I’m absolutely definite
That I’m really not too sure.
I’m even more or less in doubt
Whether less is really more.
It seems that life is relative,
An ambiguous, veiled curtain.
I do though know,
And boldly state it so,
That indecisiveness is certain.
The concept of infinity
Is a theory that’s extreme.
Black and white,
And day and night,
Are not always what they seem.
If everything’s a shade of grey
And straight lines really bend,
Then I have to start to wonder,
Is this the beginning,
Or the end?
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