Yin, Yang, and Shades of Gray

A perfect ebb may have a flow with a flaw,
Just like a short crest making a high trough,

Surges have chills and shocks have release,
There's traffic in the honeycombs with all these honeybees,

They enter and exit, flap their wings with ease,
Raise them high then fold for elevation increase,

Throbs and contractions, inhaling to exhale,
There's a life of freedom and a fate bad as jail,

It's funny we see reality just in the lens of duality,
For it's much more complex, I dare say,
Between yin and yang there's yeong and yiung for the different shades of gray,

People live and die, in and out of life
And you wonder,
Do each of these people appreciate and go trouble life asunder?