Some say it's a fine line between right and wrong, There's only mere seconds between dusk to dawn; The difference of heads and tails is just a flip of a coin We've experienced the inches between love and hate, realized the anxiety of patience and wait; The disparity of the truth has to be a lie, the divergence of the future are the days gone by A fine line of innocence and guilt, except a doubt of reason, which sometimes gets cloudy and milky; Truth, white lies, forgetfulness and memory Is it reality or just another anomaly? Inspired by his faith, Carlos Jones shares a compilation of poetry...