nobody is right, nobody is wrong
in the wrong, we find right
and in the right, a wrong
rippled in mirages is morality
a fallacy adorned with adulation
the far we have come, where
everybody is right with modest wrong
pure is not pure, but adulterated
produce of over-trodden land
infused with sweetener and pest control
adulterated is new pure, a new want
ample fruit bearing of modelled green
so sweet, so delectable
PS. If not poetry, what else will qualify to refine the effervescence of wandering thoughts. The thought of good and bad is perennial and keeps you in loop forever. I wonder if to do wrong is a new want, a new desire, adapting to the rainbow of attributes that a heart casts and breathes perfection to survive the modern. All white is outdated, when we have all the colors to play with.
We are neither right, nor wrong. We are right in wrong and wrong in right. We are adulterated and it is the purest form of us.
©Written Frames, 2018
Pic credit goes to my dear friend Diana. Thank you!