A mystery unravels
When every clue is solved
The secret is revealed
The map to all unfolds
The problem with this clarity
Is that it's black or white
And the infinite gifted colors between
Are denied the chance of flight
So is it best when colors fight
For rights to tell their story
Is it best for them to earn a glance
At good old-fashioned glory?
So tell me simply
Tell me now
Before the water's cold
Because if the truth
Is stranger than fiction
I'll take my secrets untold
And so it remains
An odd dilemma
A clue
A puzzle
A mystery
But isn't that better
Time and again
Than creating bloodied history?