My favorite color is grey.
Your youth has a keen way of drawing lines.
From day one there is much to do about good guys and bad guys
right places and wrong-
the bulk of who you are and where you are going
dictated from all ends by gods-honest-truths
penned in blood and carted down the mountain.
That dogma loosens a bit with age.
Try though they might to cling,
those rules get left behind at rest stops
and shaken off in the heat of foolish passion
and all of that crisp black and white,
tidy right and wrong
folds into a nice doughy grey.
And though it is a vulnerable color
a color not much celebrated
in swatches or ceremony
I suspect that grey is the true essence:
The child who still does not know what she wants to be when she grows up,
that villain who is not altogether evil,
that hero not altogether good.
Grey is a song sung with such passionate imperfection
that you cannot help but wonder
if was ever performed the same way twice.
And for this reason I find it beautiful.
