Robinson Jeffers - Impostor lyrics

What say you? That the world is but two colors. Red and Blue, perchance anger and forgiveness, Or Green and Brown, conceivably living and d**h. But the craziest men, are those whose misshapen eyes See the world is divided into black and white. How can success be definite, If your neck can still arch to upwards--look and see sunshine? How can you soar lower, While you still remain separate from earth--ever touching the sky? A parallel world might have black and white. A old man believed himself at the peak The day before he began. The young woman under the table cries loudly, Ignoring the ringing phone with news. There will always be more bleach for white. Come to know the lies of terror In ghosts, spiders, mice, darkness, and gorgeous strangers. Come to see the illusion of pleasure In pretty smiles, prettier names, and drop dead perfect ends. The black will never fit in with the night. You and I see different worlds, I claim mine is clearer Instead of seeing my opinions, you fight for yours. And in harmony, we disagree on the basic fundamentals I fight back on an observation. For the world is supposedly divided. Meet success, meet distress And treat those two impostors with their due dignity. For the black and white are the posers tonight.