There are greys
Millions of them
There are shades
Of blue and green
Blurred and vague
Obscure and always conflicting
But here we are
In this illusion of certainty
And control
People want their blacks
Shown apart from the greys of sadness
And then there is white
Different from the million shades of morning light
We want explanations for art
In easy to consume packages
All the songs should mean something
And then all are not welcome
All the little beautiful things
That make this existence worthwhile
Need to have labels assigned
To be worthy of time and efforts
Individuals can live their lives
As long as they fall in lines
Neatly with the code of morality
With the standards of the acceptable
As long as people are sorry
And regret every digression
Into the lists of the unacceptable,
People can be free
We want all of our memories
And what they make us,
Analyzed, catetorized and arranged into stacks
Every decision and where it comes from
Justified and reasoned well
Sunrise and sunset
Reasoned away
Mistakes, blunders,
And all sorts of fuck ups
Owned up and corrected,
Excused and punished for
Relationships
Forgotten or remembered,
Never both
We want feelings and intuitions
Put into words,
Organized and summarized
Love and indifference
Formatted with bullets
Just so that
There is no scope for humanity
Just so that we can live peacefully
In our tiny little shells
Safe distance from confusion and conflict
Of confrontation with the nameless and shapeless
We live in a world of greys
But only see black and white