Shades of Postmodern Gray

Maybe I over think
Then I overreact
To anyone, or anything I don't understand

Seeing the relative
Serving the absolutes
Where black is white and white is right
Of the things we do

I don't think I understand or comprehend
All the different ways of man

Suffer the rationale
Caught in a culture war
The new, the old, the yet untold, battle-born

And I'll become
What I become
A casualty
Nothing less, and nothing more

But I'm caught here in the gray
Stuck on things that never change
And I fear what I've been told
Fear what I may never know

Am I the modernist?
Have I been left behind?
The good, the bad, the things we've had
Never die

They live and breathe
And have their being inside of You
But is that inside of me?

But I'm caught here in the gray
Stuck on things that never change
And I fear what I've been told
Fear what I may never know

Release me from this cage I've made
The pessimist, the naturalist
Hold my chains

Come on, release me from this cage I've made
Some things you just can't explain away

Tell me how
Tell me why
We tie ourselves under roof
And not under sky

But I'm caught here in the gray
Stuck on things that never change
And I fear what I've been told
Fear what I may never know