What happened to me?
I think I lost my integrity
Maybe it carelessly fell out of my pocket like the train ticket I lost last night
Perhaps it slowly dripped away
Along the grey pavements above grey skies on grey days filled with dread and grey-blues
I possessed such morality
Or was it naivety?
It was probably naivety
Back then it was all black and white
All right and wrong
Then adulthood came along
My tastebuds adapted with my mind
I now enjoy olives and red wine
I now see more clearly
Black and white doesn’t always come freely