Black, White and the area in-between, I choose neither the two,But the grey shaded area, neither right nor wrong ,my comfort zone, my area of self pity, my claim to self righteousness, my excuses,my right to confusion that was sending me straight to hell, hell in my sleep , hell on earth. I choose neither road ,I stood beside the tree that diverged the two.

Black was seen asthe forbidden color, the color I ignored, the color we ignored , Our reasoning made us safe. White was seen as the color of hipocrisy , scrutiny, a uncertain color, color felt undefined and dangerous by the other two.

No one is perfect, You walk blindly into a color without pigment, no discretion. Blindly into something without seen purpose no clear path. I know not what you follow

Everyone has a color even the hipocrites.

We were the hipocrites, content in our own suicide,

We did not know, Fearing white not because of hipocrisy, or blind faith, but because of lonliness. You stand alone in the temple of white even if thre are plenty who follow, But neither know each other and without seen purpose your world seems empty. The times of great peace and great sorrow seem too difficult. The prizes of the color without pigment seem too far off. The temple of white seperate a life of stability and a life of insanity.

The grey area neither white nor black

I realized had more black within it's borders

Black and grey become family

The tree , I realized was hollow always has been

Black and grey beckon me, but I wait patiently for a higher power, I bend my head for the answer , And recieve a greater substance than I found in the color grey and the tree in between