Black white or gray
The difference is hard to say.
With you and me getting so old
How do we live by what’s told.
The finishing line’s veiled with the night
The starting line’s gone far out of sight.
Young madcaps, impetuous lasses.
A roomful of giggles, laughs, and the clatter of glasses.
Black as a dark room, white as a lie
The grand procession of youth loftily passes them by.
Their shiny houses of cards
Are tainted with bleeding hearts.
Each day they run, shout, and try
To find a day to breathe, find a day to die.
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