gray - grey
a checkered plane,
and we mortals atop.
our existence we assume
is either on the black or white.
we think we've struck the balance:
be it beyond or between 9 to 5,
be it being the righteous
or if, taken the fall.
we, choose to be, poles apart.
we, think, we can only be
on one side of the coin.
a binary, either right or wrong.
however, a realisation dawns
as we gray --
this human clay is nevertheless grey.
-amit charles
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