Who will raise the standard?
To fight for the world of truth?
In many a pensive moment,
One finds little evidence and proof
For who can tell what is what when
One and one makes two,
And sometimes the lines are blurred
And smeared, a grayish colour they say
Not black, not white,
Just in between and never a reason why
The ups the downs, and yes the in betweens,
To the side and roundabout
Here there and everywhere?
Well, what do ya know?
The world within our reach
The mental imagination of the human race.