The world isn't perfect;
Never was
Never will be.
I am white with a little
Gray space,
A little darkness
That craves my soul.
The world is a complex web,
Connecting morals with law,
But at the same time,
Unweaving them
To the
Gray space.
Morals aren't subject to laws;
Laws aren't subject to morals.
No universality.
Regulation is made by the victors,
The dark,
And the gray,
For it's a world of
Gray space.
