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GREY ZONE
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In my youth I was very unyielding
I saw things as black or white
Everything neatly divided
Into what was wrong or right
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Then I started to see grey areas
Some situations hard to define
Gradually the greyness spread
Like a fogbank across my mind
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Try as I might to decide
There was a split in my perception
I could never be completely sure
I was looking in the right direction
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I have come to value the Grey Zones
Filled with open minded peace
When anything can happen
Burdensome judgements are released
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