Philosopheelings

Sometimes I feel that life is not in simply black and white,
that there is no good or evil, and there is no dark or light.
It seems to me that all of it's a subtle shade of grey,
opposing forces blending smooth, like nighttime into day.
Smooth transitions populate this world we call our own,
like a flower slowly growing from the time a seed is sown.
Progression in our photographs show the flux and flow of life,
and the schooldesks sit initialed time and time again by knife.
Every person come and gone left their mark on the world,
climbed their private mountain and left their flag unfurled.
Engrained in others' memories: their image and their voice,
aside from all those petty things, there also is their choice.
Where upon each sliding scale of grey had each one stood?
The answer, friend, is simple: right where each one should.