life is an unbalanced game
those who find themselves at the top of it
often plunge to their death
stuck in a parody you can’t see
an endless loop of snapshots you won’t escape
yet there are those who live in between,
walking around seamlessly searching for the thing they will never have
I often find myself in between
head rolling like a bad symphony
thoughts consuming any prospect
emptiness station at the pit of my stomach
I find myself thinking about the fine line that life is, there is to be or not to be
but to those who are grasping strings
an in between is all there will ever be