back to black

I'm trying to think about
a better image
Like a better coloured soup
or a brighter light in the lamppost
or something shinny in a dark place
but it all gets caught
in a wind of thoughts
that all look exactly the same

and we are always quick to call things black
or bright
or soft
one thing or another
because we know the definition
We don't need faith to call them their names
but then we're still quick to call things true
and right
and love
when we can't really know that
we know the definition
but it's still not certain
and the images in my head aren't certain
but they're black, and bright, and soft

I'd prefer thinking about rushing pools of gray
and crystal falls of mist
or a sky filled with orange coloured doubt
just something pretty and imagined
but my thoughts are all dull and plain
and constant