I know where I want to go
But I cannot find the way
I know numbers and words
But my mind won't let me say.
Blacks and whites
Have mixed me gray
There are no more extremes
In the spaces I lay.
The colours have bleached
Or have carbonised
But time is not reversible
Yet, we still let it pass by.
Zebras can't always hide
In colourful grassy plains
I can't seem to find
The right lane.
Yet.
Mehreen Mujeeb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zebra-3/
