Black and white. Day and night. There's still that shade of gray.
On scale and spectrum, stick and tape, I learn her way.
But yes or no and not the hums. I want an answer, not rolling drums.
Hot or cold. Young or old. There's still that middle ground.
I could tell that life's own systems are built on any mound.
But yes or no, not "let me think." I want to stick a label.
So you can set my world alight with truths and not a fable.