Black and White

There are many lines in life,
Some are clear as black and white,
But then again there exists a gray,
And that is where my life tends to stay.

What to do when you feel lost,
Everything comes not without cost,
Not everything is so cut and dry,
You find it hard to fight or fly.

Life and death are certainties,
But perhaps a heaven's pleasantries?
And love and hate can not relate,
Except within a jealous mate.

So cross the line and take the plunge,
It's in between where living runs.
Make judgements few in simple terms,
There's so much more than single words.