out there where

a story to tell
a story of incapabilities
no words can compare
to the ones i have to tell
lost in the ebb
no motion is
a good motion
for the only motion is receding
reassure me once
but never twice
shame on you
shame on me
honestly honesty is vague
as is right or wrong
grayness over flows black and white
overlapping truth this is reality
too full is to empty
over flowing equals less than half
what is left besides that
emptiness for one is different to another
another and another
no conclusions can be made
what do "we" know
for knowing is not to know of
and we is us and there is only me
or you
or I
-them