Travel Pieces

More Grey Matters

The black and white thinkers of the world are a curious bunch. I myself am such. I perform like a puppet when my cue is given. My strings are easily manipulated as it isn't riches or fame that I long for, it is merely acceptance.
How much longer til I am free to dance without these strings? How much longer will I be manipulated? How much longer til I can walk in my own direction?

Ahh, yes, when confronted with the grey matters, I quickly draw my black and white pistol, aim, and unload until all of the grey is once again black and white. I do not understand the grey, so bleak and so blah. It casts a shadow on everything it touches.

Black and white so definitive, so commanding, so in your face. Nothing lacking, no guess work, it's simply what is. What can you not understand in the black and white? The rules are clearly defined. The line that clearly says, do not cross here challenges its grey thinking opponents.

Then a wise man opened my eyes, "It's the black and white that make the grey."
Perception is everything.