When midnight reigns
Are all colors black and white?
And when it's day again
Why do we long to see the night?
Within and without
A constant struggle
Of shade and light.
What causes us to wish
To glide upon the aether streams?
Is anything in this world
Truly what it seems?
Within and without
A constant struggle
Of reality and dreams.
And between storm and serenity
Somewhere on the way
Black and white
Reality and dreams
Order and chaos
Dissolve into the grey.