living in the gray by: e.l.

Judging ourselves between fire and rivers, where we define existence as living.
Attracted to the sight of things our tongues claiming to be loving.
Our anger quickly reveals the truth, discourse, fear, and shame.
Love is the step we take than marry into the name.
Such a name unlike the others with a universal ring.
Of course we will strive the path where the garden rivers sang
extraordinary the way we seek beyond our inner self
the burning for desire of the love of little wealth.
The bride and groom minor tools to fake it in this gray.
Holding on to all our stuff like our-selves are here to stay.