Flaunters, some loud, mostly bold The bustle, the fame Oh the big game... They chase it all! And the wallflowers? Some quiet, rarely outraged The hustle, the patience simmered in silence The clinical trials to land a whale! What seems like a mirage of face-off to the fleeting eye, Is indeed a shared space of quiet labor where the nuances lie... Aren't they both seekers? The loud, the quiet Regardless of their fate Or the effort that defies it, How they wish the world just pauses And takes notice of the nuances...
It's all cray and grey. Perhaps, the barest of welcomes. Nonetheless, I can handle the storm!