It's not good and evil, not black and white
It's blank. It's a blank piece of paper.
You see a man steal her purse—you think that's
But later, him feeling guilty, regretful
It's a shading of gray on the paper
A man helping an old woman fix her tire—
That same man rolling a stolen hubcap across his floor
Shaded gray on the paper
Everything's a shade, from the
to theChristian missionary
to theBitter Cynic
to theMAN OF STEEL
All of their lives are on the paper
Colored in grayscale, some darker than others
How dark is yours?