A random day

Sometimes, it's better to just listen, not ask!

The sky is a little bit grey from my window today. Is it a natural phenomenon, or a reflection of my sorrow? Grey is a diffusion of black and white, Ambivalent, yet commonplace. When I look out of my window, I wish I could be a bird, To fly across the sky, and be bereft of this ambiguity. Yet my heart gains weight as the thought approaches, Gain weight not of muscle, but of woe. Would the sky still look grey to me, when I were a bird?

I meet a handsome boy, not without charisma. He tells me that he is hurt when people are treated unfairly. I am sure he will love the elitist ball, Where masquerade is appropriated. People tell me the eyes are the window to the soul, let's just assume they are right. I ponder. Does his masquerade cover his eyes? He speaks of equality, But does it contain humanity? Or is it masked by a silk of privileges, with its bloody history? Full of pride, he invited people to his masquerade party, Where equality is the dress-code. What do mortals see of the equality chased after by a deity?