All these shades of gray,
Nibbling into my black and white
Will one day convince me,
That they are, but black and white.
One after another, they parade
Into this small world of mine.
White, a day,
Black, another.
How was I to know?
You God of black and white,
That you had arrived,
Masquerading as gray.
A test, I failed again,
A dream, I dreamt away.
Would it be the same,
If I were to know black from white?
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