scavenging through my books
singing all the chants
holding onto the ledge of a knowledge to not be blown away by this mess
trying to climb onto the shoulders of past giants
absorbing every ounce of wisdom that is dropped
melodically walking a lonely path to reach some door that can’t be opened
inches away from absolute truth
praying to reach salvation in a complex world
where it gets harder and harder to be better
hoping one day to distinguish between black and white
and reach clarity
but as my hairs change.
i begin to realise
the colour of truth is grey