Torn between speckled black and murky white,
Shades of confused grey plagues us day and night.
Past and present stuck in an eternal tug of war;
The mighty rope of Time hold them in its thrall.
White lies and dark dreams, the so-called right and wrong;
A swirling alphabet soup, far too bitter and too strong;
Hand-cut paper hearts and subtly scented elegance;
The pestilence of mediocrity strive with intellect's arrogance.
Common sense and sensibility all smudged in their furthest edges;
Relentlessly, unbearably, the human heart and mind trudges.
Shades of confused grey plagues us day and night.
Past and present stuck in an eternal tug of war;
The mighty rope of Time hold them in its thrall.
White lies and dark dreams, the so-called right and wrong;
A swirling alphabet soup, far too bitter and too strong;
Hand-cut paper hearts and subtly scented elegance;
The pestilence of mediocrity strive with intellect's arrogance.
Common sense and sensibility all smudged in their furthest edges;
Relentlessly, unbearably, the human heart and mind trudges.
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