home

In-between.

Seems to be all I've known
and yet
I consider the destruction
that should come after pride.

Somehow it never does,
and I'm left even still..
in-between.

Staying or Going, no longer an option

and I'm glad it's not,because
I'd have to choose.

Find myself high above the rest,
and somehow below.

They are not prodigies as they profess,
having no place to lay their heads
is proof enough

But I laugh while they speak,
for where they are they will stay

and this in-between is where I start

And he is enough
for the between,and the end.

and the rest know nothing but the space they fill

where their smile and pride gathers dust and turns gray