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.
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