A Grey Space

In a black and white world,
There's a third shade grey.
A twilight zone.
Here merging thrives.
Indefinity.
Infinity.
What's the difference?
It's all colourless.
Questions of the ignorant.
They'll never know
That it's a space
Free from superstitious stares.
Free from orthodox glares.
Free from any sort of Ism.
Where democracy is not just ideal, but real.
That it's a space
Where they can run in their dreams
Because that is reality.
Where they can be whoever
And whatever, whenever
Without being eccentric.
Weird is the normal.
And everyone is normal.
That it's a space
Shunned by the fearful world
For they cannot even begin to understand it
Unless they enter it themselves.
Immerse themselves in the grey
They're afraid to experience.
Let it wash over them
To help them see beauty in difference.
That it's a space
Where I can be I
And You can be You
And no one can control Us
When we fight for our beliefs
For we wear no shackles
We have no bounds.
The skies are not the limits.
Neither is infinity.

That it's a grey space,
Full of colour.