Sunday, Sunday

Courage is fleeting,
I think,
sometimes,
these days especially,
when we are talking about colors,
and color blind,
and falling somewhere in the middle,
or to the left,
or the right,
or the centrist thought process,
for such a spectrum,
we seem to keep finding ourselves in the middle of nowhere,

but courage is still the compass,
I think,

with one caveat,
like I said,
it's fleeting,
blurry even,
these days like the Fata Morgana,






so I sigh,
and cower,
and sleep in,
far too often and much more than I should