I’ve always been an all-or-nothing
Kind of guy:
Give me everything, or I want nothing,
Triumph, or don’t even try.
I never could quite surmise
The point of compromise.
If I could not win, I would rather lose
Without being handed a consolation prize.

I realize now the nuance of it all:
Nothing’s black or white,
Short or tall,
Wrong or right,
There’s more than one kind of fight,
And the blind sometimes have more sight,
The middle road’s sometimes the best one,
And always the least contrite.