It's not in the white that you really think,
Nor is it in the black.
It washes over us as we peer into the gray.
For in the white, all seems well.
The gray is hidden, and the brightness
Makes us grin and close our minds.
And in the black...we cannot dare to look.
It is what we do not want to see.
It reigns in the shadows of our souls.
Out of fear we turn our back.
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