Grays in a Black-white World

A grain of sand

removed from a heap,

And then another, a million more,

When does it eventually cease.

If a tree falls,

And no one was there

to embrace the roar,

Will it make a pip of sound.

If you had never seen these words,

Do I, these thoughts, even exist before?

It is strange how a split-second

Observation changes things.

Do not

trust me.