Look...

Look left, look right

Come what might

Be it day or night

Commit no slight

Be strong, yet nice

And nurture no vice

Find a cause, devote his life

Find a good woman, make her his wife

These are but a few tenets of being a man

To be good not cause you must, 

But because you can

But what to do when these rules took hold

And he learnt the story untold

He learned of people who don't

They can, they must, but simply won't 

And he realized, 

All he knew to do, was give them a look

There is no mention of any more, in this book

Black and white, he had learned to see

But this was the middle, as grey as can be

Dive in you must, to set them free

But they whispered back, so did we

And he began to see up and down

And up sprouted a whole new town

Where he thought he was the knight

But turned out to be the clown

The rules had changed, the book was old

That way of life was pawned and sold

Yes, things were simpler up on that moral perch

But this world warranted a whole new search

There were good things in this world

That the book never saw

They brought to life such beauty, that filled him with awe

The world wasn't just black, white, or grey

Nor were there devils, looking for his soul to prey

They just wanted to be left alone

To love and live

They never wanted that present

The knight sought to give

He searched far and wide, hoping for succor

To find even one

Of all the answers he sought, yet found none 

And so he trudged on, hoping for once to write

Of his search, of his plight

The book of colors, of this world so new

With questions so many, but answers so few

But as the seasons changed, from spring to fall

He yet searched for the meaning of it all

But it did not yet rule his life

And without so looking, even found a wife

As he looked back an old man

At how far he traveled, how fast he ran

He remembered the old home he once came from

It brought back a few smiles and even a frown

He would forever be that man from out of town

It wasn't the end he once wished

He touched some lives, yet some he missed

But to an extent, followed the book he had

                                                                     --- Me