I gazed at the world in black and white,
Always assumed I could tell wrong from right.
I could not have guessed what would change it,would be crazy messy
thing called life
How could there be a "misunderstood"?
Wasn't it one scale bad and on the other good?
I could not have imagined the blood stained knife being far from
clean as it should.
It's all grey,vast paint stroked grey covering the earth to the sky.
The light and the dark colliding to form who we are and all we feel inside.
I'll take my rose tinted glasses off and leave them by the bed and embrace a grey that surrounds us all to white and black I say Goodbye.