as surely as the sun comes up,
the night will come again,
life is sometimes a cycle of,
predictable rote scapes of hue.
the tension of positive perspectivism,
or dry insidious cynicalism,
are two arguments that play out two extremes,
but what predictable rote scapes of hue
might teach us,
is to a plane that trips,
a hopeful outlook of
walking in the shade.