Concrete

In my miserable world,
Black and white
Matter more than grey,
Boxes more than circles,
Straight lines more that wavy ones,
Only because
It makes sense
To not care,
And to write off,
Even when it is near impossible.
Straight lines,
And boxes,
And black,
And white,
Make it simple
To love,
Or hate,
Or ignore,
And
Focus
On the
Concrete