Like salt? Or pepper? Maybe like milk, not espresso.
Am I happy? Am I blue, not black?
Is my skin pasty pale? Or crinkled dark from too much sun?
Do I lean one way? Or the other?
What’s confusion but mixed-up emotions?
When is the cup half full? When is it half empty?
How does one differentiate between right or wrong? Other than by knowing what’s appropriate in one’s heart?
Nothing’s straightforward, but all is plain to see.
It’s what we make it to be. A product of our own making.
And what is “it”? The world? Life? Love? God?
Are they white or black?
Brackish like salt? Spicy like pepper?
Sweet like cream, or success? Bitter like coffee, or failure?
Is white good? Is black bad?
Perception . . . rules . . . supreme.