Because

Grew up in a world

that told me : life is black and white

my eyes were the  windows

my judgement was the door

But how come gray seeps in

By each passing , faster than 

the time to form a thought

Sometimes my world is black

So dark and lonely

But then there are rare moments where

it's so bright I can't stay still

Maybe gray is okay

A little change, running on the edge of the spectrun

But I write, read, speak

To color up my three hued world

With greens and reds and blues