Sometimes I miss the black and white.
When I was sure of wrong and right.
Before the days of gray crept in,
Blurring lines of my vision.
Sometimes I think I should go back,
To days of white and nights of black.
It sure was sweet to be so smart,
Days of no doubt and wishful heart.
But those black nights– they sure were long.
Dark and daunting. So much was wrong.
The more I learned, the less I knew.
Suddenly, I saw the grayish hue.
For weary eyes – a welcome sight.
I’ll take the gray, soft filtered light.
Questions abound. Uncertainty thrives.
Still better than righteous disguise.
There is one thing I do believe,
That is that most are confused, like me.
And those who believe still in black and white,
May someday see gray with 20/20 hindsight.
~ smj
Samantha Mariah Jane 