The gray I want to be

So thin and vanishing

The line between light and dark

That there is no balancing act

I walk either in light or in dark

It’s a confusing state of life

The difference between two thing

To be cherished or hailed a villain

Either I be servile or do the right thing

Where I am neither light or dark

The gray for which I always prayed

Is a state of neither a hero or a villain

Neither touted nor scorned

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