The all-the-time Black and Whiter
you see everything as either
definitely this or definitely that
While she, the mostly Shades of Grey
who never stays within the lines
proficiently presents every in-between
Two, seeing the same things differently
touch somewhere in the middle
You, the always-centered easy-goer
float calmly down the cool stream
while she, the ecc and ic of the eccentric
unconventionally rides white water rapids one day
then trudges in the dried mud-caked river bed the next
But since you are the even-Steven fixed-rate of the equation
she’ll always meet you either soaring upward toward the heavens
or slipping and sliding her way back down to earth
