One of the Greys

You must admit that you don’t know

But a preference will be revealed

Balance is an admirable goal—

Yet an unattainable ideal

Choices you make, they must be made

Throughout a mapless, hazy maze

Move it along, or you will surely fade

Another hapless, hopeless one of the greys

Zero and infinity

Far beyond the pressure of extremes

Neutrality is a fallacy

There is just no proper in-between

You can try to sit the fence, but, eventually, you’ll slide

A mighty wind of consequence will blow you to one side

No left or right, no black or white, no clear-cut shades await;

No perfect mean of in-between; you’re just one of the greys

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Music and lyrics by Wulf Downard. Arranged, performed, and produced by Wulf Downard.

Wulf Downard