Gray

There's no such thing as black and white
-Especially in this day and age-
There's bits of color (specs of light)
In the dullest shades of gray.

And should you spy on spectrum's seen
-Beyond or below red blue green-
Then my friend (you mite be keen)
To just how little lies between.

All our senses are so weak.
An unknown sound rings in your ears.
Hearing only when we speak;
Distorting truth to make it clear.
All our cells are rearranged
(Bombarded by Gama rays.)
Evolutions course has changed,
It's become our pet and slave.

Dissected under microscopes!
We're taking every wrong approach;
We treated science like a joke
(Depending on misguided hope.)
The bastard kids of entropy
-Our minds designed by pure mistake-
Imagining that we are free,
Instead of being tools of fate.