Zebra Masque

Is this just the way we get by?
Do we stare at the ground or the sky?
How do we know we're here?
And why can't we fly?

We are made of black and white
Colors contrasting yet somehow contrite
They mix together to make our human race
And often we have a zebra-like face

For there is good and bad
There is happy and sad
There is content and there is mad
But there is no spectrum,
no colors in between
Where we are and where we've been

Lost are the shades of grey
The world is simplified through our wishful eyes
We love or we don't
We should but we won't

There are sinners and saints
Canvas and paints
Right and wrong
Weak and strong

There seems no room in this world of make believe
For a person without things up their sleeves

We fit different catagories for each situation
And leave no room for our hearts' elation

In this world where none are free
There is no room for you and me
My love