It's okay to be an unchanging enigma,
While you are,
keeping abreast of all your demons.
It's a different kind of freedom,
to acknowledge your numbness,
and to be kinetic and static at same point.
So, when you find yourself,
at an interregnum,
Or in betwixt millions shades of light and dark matter.
Don't fear of the fall,
welcome the crayon of tomorrow,
When you perpetuate the benighted notion of life,
you discover the real colour of reality