Where I Find Myself
Standing on the razors edge
Between darkness and light
Sitting in a folding chair
On the left side of right
Waving in the direction
Of hello and goodbye
Twisted in between the scene
Of I will and might
Climbing on the silver ladder
Of the ups and downs
Stuck somewhere in time
Of standing still and going round
Stuffed deep down in a box
Labeled Lost and Found
Pulling myself out of
Giving up and giving out
Hanging on wherever
Between the never know and there about
Knocking on the oak door
In the frame of in and out
Standing on the shore line
Of the river of dreams and waves of doubt
This is where I find myself
So many times just hanging out
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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