Reality The things you want Your way or no way Cannot always be Simply because The world is much bigger Than any of us are small There's black And there's white And slippery shades of gray Forgetting the Kodachrome Points of light Straight lines that curve Connecting them all It's a coin A quarter or a dime Two sides, sometimes shiny Sometimes dull Both important Not one more than the other It's eyes wide shut Tunnel vision And panaoramic view Splashes of red Like blood, dripping Sacramental water Instead of wine Thumb sized pieces of bread Instead of the Host Pieces of ourselves Trying to reach out Shout where no one can hear With bass thumping speakers Shaking the road The people beside us All just specks of dust On the lens of life Fragile, easily blown away One touching the other Even with distance Misunderstanding Not seeing the other side Coin shiny, bright, dull Technicolor black and white In a world So much bigger than you Or me. copyright 1976, 2005 K.A. Thompson