Black and white, if only it were that easy, some eyes can’t seem to tell them apart.
What about the grey that fills the morning sky right before the sun is shining bright.
What about the outer circles in your eyes, are they less important to your sight?
We ask questions and make up answers to the mysteries that we can’t fathom.
What’s the story behind what happened, how’d we all go walking different paths?
It’s not as easy as left or right, or right or wrong, or black and white.
There’s beauty in the difference, in the clashing, in the colors.
Beauty’s more vivid, more lived-in, more vibrant than black and white.
A straight line tells us what’s crooked, but it shouldn’t stop us from looking.