When I was little, everything was black and white
With straight lines and crisp corners
Everything went into one area or the other;
The world was in order.

Now that I've grown, it seems my eyes have gotten worse.
The clean lines are now just blurs
No black or white
Just different kinds of gray.
I squint and get closer and try to find the dividing line.
Am I going blind?

And then I wonder if
Maybe there never was a line
Maybe my eyes are really better, not worse
Maybe my young eyes couldn't see gray
So they saw black and white
So I could understand.

I made shiny borders
Imagined order in chaos
Made sense where there wasn't any.

I saw black and white
But there never have been
And never will be
Black and white.

Just gray.