In the Middle of In Between
In every life there comes a time.
Where there has to be a rhythm and rhyme.
For some it happens naturally.
For some they have to search to see.
The clock keeps ticking on the wall.
You cannot hope that it will stall.
Life's journey will demand it's day.
To be alive, you must find a way.
The truth is constantly reflecting.
And won't withstand someone's neglecting.
Sooner or later you have to jump.
You either make it or land on your rump.
But you just don't have any choice.
The time has come to find your voice.
To reach inside and take a breath.
If you don't, you just live a death.
So in the middle of in between.
You'll see just what it's meant to mean.
And all the problems of the past.
Will fade for they weren't meant to last.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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