walking in grey.

sometimes things may not be what you see on the surface
the surface can be glossy
the surface can be tricky
but sometimes
it can be innocent
clear
nothing at all
you may not know the real face
where the truth lies
but you can choose whether or not to believe your eyes
it can be playing tricks somehow
all of us want to see beautiful things.
nothing more.
just beautiful things.
we pretend to tell ourselves.
we forgot the real side.
maybe we are seeing the real one
but things get tricky with our mind
a mind that was mould into such
by a society that we live in