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The World of Grey - Essay


      I've been trying to find a hero in this world of Grey.

     Looking for something concrete in the shadows of today.  

     The black and white of yesterday has merged into one.

     The roads to our future are blending with today.

     Mixing, blending, merging closer together in every way.

     Closer, and closer but somehow further apart, we stand.

     Trying to find a hero in our Grey land.

     I've been sitting atop silver with my mask in hand. Silver bullets at the ready, but there's not a werewolf in the land.

     John Wayne was insensitive and superman's been flawed.

     Robin has been killed off so Batman now stands by himself alone.

     GI-Joe has lost his innocence and the mighty Casey has gone on strike.

     All the bad guys are now politicians, who say there just trying to do right.

     Are there any hero's allowed in a place of Grey, or have we been left to ourselves to go blind in the night.

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