The world's not painted black and white
But different shades of grey
Though when placed onto the spectrum
You and I are far away
Instead of towards the centre
Or at least on the same side
Almost on opposing ends
Is where we do reside
I'm more towards the black side
You're more towards the light
I fade into the darkness
You're shining in the light
To compare/contrast us side by side
One would quickly see
The many ways in which you and I
Are different as can be
But despite all this there are some ways
In which we are the same
And though numbered and less frequent
From them our friendship came
One never would've guessed
That we'd become a pair
With me at my end if the spectrum
And you way over there
The chances of this happening
Were always very slim
The odds were never on our side
The likelihood quite grim
But this just goes to show
The twisted chess game Fate does play
Mixing black with white and white with black
Making shades of grey.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 3:25 PM UTC
The world's not painted black and white
But different shades of grey
Though when placed onto the spectrum
You and I are far away
Instead of towards the centre
Or at least on the same side
Almost on opposing ends
Is where we do reside
I'm more towards the black side
You're more towards the light
I fade into the darkness
You're shining in the light
To compare/contrast us side by side
One would quickly see
The many ways in which you and I
Are different as can be
But despite all this there are some ways
In which we are the same
And though numbered and less frequent
From them our friendship came
One never would've guessed
That we'd become a pair
With me at my end if the spectrum
And you way over there
The chances of this happening
Were always very slim
The odds were never on our side
The likelihood quite grim
But this just goes to show
The twisted chess game Fate does play
Mixing black with white and white with black
Making shades of grey.