I once viewed the world in black and white
Good and evil with nothing between

As I grew older a space did grown
between the white and black

As I examined, it expanded
Until a gradient was formed

Now I see all shades and hues
Without the guiding line

What once was certain is now a question
I can only guess on this chart

Never sure, always cautious
It was easier with just two choices

By seeing everything I can determine nothing
The punishment of insight is ignorance