When I Grow up Will I Understand? Or Is It A Never Ending Mystery?

I see the world differently.

As a child I was taught
The blacks and whites.

I was taught
The good and the bad.

But today I realize,
There is more than that.

Today I see not
just black and white.

I see shades of gray.

Like layers being peeled away,
To reveal to us the light of day.

But to what purpose,
To what end?

Is this what is to become of the world,
A lack of good and bad?

Only shades of gray?
I find no answer.

My thoughts are silent,
I am confused...


The End

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