SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE

 It's like we're trying to out run responsibility,

Stay a step ahead of old age..
Not quite ready to leave the party...
Not quite ready to turn the page...
So we hide under the disguise of vacation,
We wrap ourselves in the cloak of a trip.
So that we can get high off of the sensation,
Of the adventures that await on the strip.
Stability is our only enemy...
Chaos we court as a friend...
To know exactly where it is we are going...
Feels like what it's like to already be at the end.
We're quite happy to be here in the middle,
Not the beginning but still plenty to go...
We don't know it all, but yet, more than a little..
We've left plenty to remain unknown.
What's so good about moving forward?
So grand about moving on?
Being grown up is where death marches toward,
In the middle is where I belong.



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