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 © | Year Posted 2016

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August 28, 2016 at 6:46 AM
Nicely summed up, Mike. I suppose we have all found ourselves in this place you describe at times...More times than we would, in all honesty, care to admit! My best regards. :) john
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