Gray Area

I live in the gray area Where there exists no right from wrong Only observation, absorption The vain attempts to make something profound Of the myriad of opinions shoved in your face To contribute something to a society Charged with opposing views A society that doesn’t care enough Doesn’t slow down enough Doesn’t stop arguing enough To let those in the gray develop for themselves I live in the gray area Where you stand in a confused torrent Of emotions bleeding into facts Biases convulsing into a beast That cannot be comprehended The beast that corrals you deeper into the gray I live in the gray area And I float as an incomplete, opinion-less individual Unable to comprehend the complexities of belief