Living in-between,
Is never for the realist.
With all its straggling from one end to the other,
It's a game only the idealist can play.
Come hear a confirmed in-between-er speak
Come hear me reveal what it’s like,
To live a life in-between it all,
To exist neither here nor there.
Try I did to stick to one end,
Neither gave me peace,
Neither justified my existence.
Not the way floating in-between did.
That gave me the balance I was not even seeking,
And helped me stay true to my self –
A self that could not choose one over another,
Or lose one to another.
A confirmed in-between-er I am,
A soul floating neither here nor there,
A soul seeking aimlessly,
that which lies in-between -
The Real and the Unreal.
The Truth and the Untruth.
Is never for the realist.
With all its straggling from one end to the other,
It's a game only the idealist can play.
Come hear a confirmed in-between-er speak
Come hear me reveal what it’s like,
To live a life in-between it all,
To exist neither here nor there.
Try I did to stick to one end,
Neither gave me peace,
Neither justified my existence.
Not the way floating in-between did.
That gave me the balance I was not even seeking,
And helped me stay true to my self –
A self that could not choose one over another,
Or lose one to another.
A confirmed in-between-er I am,
A soul floating neither here nor there,
A soul seeking aimlessly,
that which lies in-between -
The Real and the Unreal.
The Truth and the Untruth.
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