Tinge of Grey
Why isn't the world black and white
Why has it shades of grey
How do I make sense of intricacies
When simplicity is my clay.
Why are there no mutinies
Why have we fallen away
How do I mind orders
When I can join the fray.
Why is there no entropy
Why have we stopped the play
How do I control forces
When freedom is my say.
Why is there no nudity
Why have charades everyday
How do I adopt barbarity
When humanity is my pay.
The show must go on, they say.
I must stay away, they say.
Then,
I must return to the woods, I say.