In this land of black and white
that has become so beige and gray
am I still the man I once was
or the boy that ran away?
In this world of ones and zeros
in this time of yes or no
am I still the one you talk too
or the reason you had to go?
Just when I thought I understood
you completely changed the test.
I dropped my facade. I stood unarmed
I gazed in awe...then I confessed.
It doesn't matter where the unwashed go
or what the literati think,
it only matters that we love
for the world's always on the brink.
Brinksmanship is an ancient art
many claim they've mastered,
but if that's true I can only say
every artist seems a bastard!