What Truth?

A short poem or musing.

It was a fantasy,
a dream.
Reality dawns,
crisp and cold.
And now i know
a truth,
of some kind.
Says who?
Am I sure?
Is anyone?
There is no black
and white.
There is more
than just shades
of grey.
An explosion,
of colour and light
fills our world.
Taints everyone
and everything
that's in it.
If no one colour
is truer
than any other,
Is there any such
thing as truth?