Black & White

Somewhere between biting winters and blazing summers is a spring to delight

Somewhere between bright days and dark nights is the warm colour of twilight

Somewhere between a parched land and unsettled floods are drizzles by the window side

But where is your betwixt and between in

Trust and doubt, 

Hope and despair, 

Integrity and deceit

How conveniently you sneak

Between those 1s and 0s, a million numbers;

Between a yes and no, a cowardly dodge and a hopeless silence;

You plead for a half-way and a middle ground

When all you do is straddle the fence?

Fiction often has a bit of reality,

But never enough to change the genre

A chain of lies and a bit of truth, doesn't alter the extent of certitude 

For those that are extremes, they have no in-betweens.