Quietly you puzzle me, with a thousand shades of gray
You never define what you mean and always have more to say
I used to think you were forward and knew every answer
I thought you were the music, but you are not even the dancer
White patches lie safe in the company of black
I used to trace each path trying to find my way back
Roads that only travel straight forbid change and growth
Black and white opinions are no times to take an oath
Instead we must find the colors that weave into our living
They are the surest way to measure what it is we are giving
Some moments mean confusion and disregard
But if we could stand together it would not be so hard
Light may glance off and form many a shadow
Leaving the truth for some far tomorrow
Quietly you puzzle me, with a thousand shades of gray
You never define what you mean and always have more to say
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