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?

Nothing

Everything

The world within our reach

The mental imagination of the human race.