In between trivial things

I lived
As I thought so,
But,
Not in the whites
Nor in the blacks
But in the Greys
Just like everybody else… Apparently
On a spectrum
Everything went into a circle

Should have let everything go when,
Everything was in the blues,
Of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Let it shine like a rainbow, half circle

Being oblivious is a weird thing
Or the exact word is “ignorance”
But how does it even matter?
When the only thing that mattered was being “ok in the moment”

I guess we have to live without questions being answers sometimes
Or maybe just asking no questions at all!

Maybe trivial things do matter more than we think!

-नि.भो.