Zebra's Fray

I found someone, strange to me,
Who found this world unraveling.
You see the stripes, she said to me,
Black, white, or just traveling?

One knot to another, they walk
A tightrope, just the same.
Each other's dreams, they stalk
A worn, beaten frame.

Wno knows where it began,
When life fell black on white,
And turning it around
Meant turning from the light!