I am told
There are only two choices
This way or that way
That way or this

I am told
To make my choice
Call this number
Press red. Vote now.

I am told
I must decide
Who should stay
And who won’t survive

I am told
That to choose is easy
Black or white?
Darkness or light?

But I know
There are more than two choices
There are three sides
To every story

I know
Some things I don’t decide
They just are
They choose me

I cannot live black
I cannot live white
I live in the grey area in between
I love in the grey areas in between

I cannot be darkness
I cannot be light
I live in the grey area in between
I love in the grey areas in between

Like most people

I think