In the Middle Of

The air is filled with air that's just there. My lungs move in and out without a care. But take my breath away will cause dismay. And soon I'll have nothing to say. I pretend to be the better half of a friend. When last I heard, they thought it absurd. Sometimes people are stubborn and won't bend. And now I'm all alone just a divided third. I try to make sense of being up here on this fence. To say what I mean and not in the past tense. Quibble and dribble like a fool without brains. I'm guessing questions are all that remains. Will the sun come out tomorrow under the clouds. While empty hearts hide inside their shrouds. I think I'll take a turn and turn and turn. Until I get back to where I never learn.