Grey

There you are; your stark silhouette
imprinted in my mind, embossed in
The pure innocence of White,
And outlined in the true enigma of Black.
Yet you were stored away into the recesses
Of my befuddled mind, because
I could not fathom how the cogs of
Your daily grind functioned.
But forgotten you're not,
And wisdom I have somehow sought;
For aren't our minds illusions of their own,
And apathy the seeds that we've sown?
Yes I do see now;
Where once there lay
Your distinct White and Black,
All have become Grey.