In between
Not Black,
Not white,
Where to draw the line?
A grey area blurred,
confused, by this gaping distance between two ends.
A place in time,
People having good times;
It was all so familiar,
yet I don’t belong here.
It’s like running on a scale,
Which ever edge I stop,
I tip the ends and fall.
But when I get back to the centre,
I realise it’s no longer linear,
I was running in circles,
in this never ending cycles.
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