Can you stand on it
And if you do, how long will it be there
Does it move, does it change
It constantly keeps me chasing
The middle ground.
If it falls, I fall
If it shifts, I shift
It is always one step ahead of me or two steps behind me
The middle ground
Unseen, untouched, only felt for brief moments
I can’t hold it for very long
I can’t stand on It for very long
because it feels to comfortable
The middle ground
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