Grey.

How deep is the sea?
How old is the sky?
Whence cometh the wind?
What is the source of light?

Somehow, somewhere began the Life.
Some say it was a result of the Big Bang.
Others vouch it was created by the only ONE
With His Powers you cannot associate any one.

Day's gone bye, we thought we knew much more
Knowledge, experience volumes we would store
Earlier in youth we thought we could conquer all
Forget we did as toddlers we had all the bad falls

We attempted and failed to find the depth of the sea.
We indulged and failed to find the source of the wind
We tried and failed to find the age of the sky
We stumbled and failed to recognise the Light.

Future becomes the past, tomorrow today
Travelled we have down the road half way
Often I wonder, when how I did go astray?
When Black and white turned into Grey?

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