By Mike, 1982(?)
I want a world of black and white
How easy then to choose the light
I wish I may, I wish I might
Be done with shades of gray
Too long in mists of slate I’ve been
‘Tween absolutes and back again
My comfort lies at either end
Defining shades of gray
In righteous strength I hold my views
Caring naught what others choose
Despite the colors that I lose
With endless shades of gray