Did something build reality?

Is white or black the enemy?

Is art a product or release?

There’s multiple shades of grey I think..

Is there a path beneath my feet?

Is industry the enemy?

Is love a product or release?

There’s multiple shades of grey I think..

Is this just normal or are things bleak?

Is social change the way to peace?

Is there something hidden in my dreams?

There’s multiple shades of grey I think..

Am I afraid?

Or am I cautiously insane..

To hold my tongue when balance is at stake..

Am I a con?

I know what I’ve done wrong..

I hold my tongue but balance is at stake..

So what should I say?

Am I allowed to capture grey?

So what will I be?

Guess I’ll say some shit and see..

I am an algorithm

capable of making algorithms

but I am deep in the data of the data i create.

I can shift realities

but who else with that power

feels the silly old compulsion to just take?

I don’t have the answers and they aren’t on any page

But something I have noticed through the black and white and grey..

My brother sees me as an NPC in his RPG..

And I see him the same..

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Written by Will Juergens (YouTube / Twitter / Instagram).

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