What ever is black and white,
Does not describe tomorrow .
What is grey, describes the next 72 hours.
A hollowed out truth, nothing expected.
We tore down the walls of tomorrow,
to get to the other side.
 
Farther and farther down the beaten path,
we extend our arms outward.
New beginnings arise,
because we’ve become lost.
 
I call out for an answer,
im in the twilight zone.
73 hours has passed,
and I am all alone.

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