What happens when black and white turn to grey ?

Do you keep swimming in the ocean of obscurity , in uneasy comfort , but with no idea where you're headed ?

Or will you get back on track ; back to your original purpose , and not allow yourself any chance of crossing back to the other side ?

( ' Cause I can't bear to see the ( wo ) man I've been , rising up in me again . ' )

What will you choose ?
I think I choose the latter .

The harder , but with a promised rainbow .