By Tori Lyde
88 keys on a piano, right? No color though just
black and white.
Happy mediums, there’s no room.
One or the other plays a specific tune.
Can life be that simple, easy, carefree?
Instead of decisions, battles, insecurity.
I wish life were a piano or its keys;
Man my song would be the bees’ knees.
My notes would never play low, always high;
Sweet melodic sounds like angels in the sky.
Misty blue, not Blues, no way!
Every song would end in oh happy day.
I tried to learn piano, didn’t go so well.
Guess I’m not black and white, can you tell?
Maybe if there was red and green, I’d succeed.
Those colors I definitely know, indeed.
But that’s not the case, I’m sorry say.
So I accept it for what it is and go about my day.