Somewhere in the Middle

Seeing the world as it is
No more rose hues or hints
No more black, despairing pits
It’s somewhere in the middle

Seeing the day as it comes
Not as a past come undone
Not as a victory over the sun
It’s somewhere in the middle

Seeing myself as I am
Not as a hero, no superman
Not as a caped, hooded villain
I’m somewhere in the middle

Now, take a blade of grass or a piece of sand
Better yet, find a rollie pollie, take it in your hand
Delicate as a child, marvel at the possibility for which they stand
The smallest things are where hope is most grand
Somewhere in the middle





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