Blackness of insanity
crawling in around me.
Shadows of a different me
fade together endlessly.
I have always been black or white,
the inkblot picture of my life.
But who am I to say
grey's not the shade I was meant to be?
The sun keeps on setting
and more shadows follow me
I'm still alive, but lonely,
learning, letting grey become a part of me.
I miss the black and white
The simple answers, wrong and right;
the mystery, complexity of grey
will occupy my mind for another day.