Contrast

Lines of linear, though most times singular Are not visual without contrast We don't see white, unless on black The two are tied with knots exact Do we need time machines? To see the scenes of a foreign past Or is it there to stare at fact Written words of visions blurred There, one man's eyes Why feel deterred, don't emotion stir Let your noise be heard Sheep, not man, that walks in herds Hold in hand that wooden staff That guides your light and shows your path Live a life for the aftermath Smile with joy and cry with laugh The lines of life are intertwined We feel them all a dark sublime Massively flawed with a beautiful design