The black and the white
They are, and yet they are not
What lies between is the gray
The gray is what is
Within the gray lies the blue, the red, the yellow
In these lie the purples, the greens, the oranges
It is the beauty of all that is
In this multitude, we must find our way, a way back to the gray
Within the gray, the center is found, and only the white remains
The black has been negated, through the blues, the yellows, the reds
The black, the white, the gray, the illusion
Illusion, for they are light
Only one light can be seen