Why is it that there are Grays in life
The grays we never spoke about
Why is it that we do what we are not suppose to do
The things that make us hide about
Why is it that we question nature
The things that are meant to be accepted
Why is it that we think what we are not suppose to think about
Don’t imaginations have a control
Why is it that we are impractical
On the things which are suppose to care about
And why is it that there are so many unanswered questions
The answers of which are self answered
Still we choose to lie about