White or black. No colour in your becoming.

How do you manage being so utilitarian at all times. You think of the need, the utility, the outcome. It’s charted, marked at every hour. You give no scope to create, reinvent, explore. No scope for words to mould dreams, or the other way round. There’s no walking in-between the black and white contours of your thought process. In fact, there is no thought process. Because the route is marked.

What happens to my dreams then? What becomes of those I dreamt in the day, under the bright light of the Sun. Under the gushing winds of a summer afternoon, that took me to places you couldn’t even think of? 

Because there is no thought process for you.  Of any form.You don’t weave dreams or steal ideas. Is it so badly programmed in your routine? There are no changes, no impulses. No last minute reactions, or calling back to reflect what you thought could be different. So, is that to say, there are no mistakes? That it’s a fool-proof plan?

Because mine is laden with errors. I stumble upon them almost every morning. I reflect on them at the hour when your protocols are being called out. I make changes, I alter routes. I walk on my impulses, not thinking whether it’d evoke judgment. Yet, I am able to walk between the black and the white. And those contours are rather colorful. Because, there is a thought process. At all times.