Shades Of Grey... Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

You know we are all the same shade of grey.
I guess only the strength of the sunlight
makes it different when we're anchors aweigh
It's the same destination gunfight.
It's to the same port, chasing the same loot.
Using the same sad bait, but possibly
Or maybe played out to another flute
Or tune; maybe just, just impossibly
Made a little bit harder for a few,
As hard as breathing, living on the moon
There are many shades of grey, some subdued.
You have to ask and make a choice of a costume.
Who will you be? What will you wear between
White and black, will you be glaucous or gleam?