sometimes.
i'm never really sure where i stand.
observing? resigned? ready-to-go?
none of these seem to
adequately describe where in the
hell i am. somewhere between
here and there?
limbo, i've heard it called?
somehow that doesn't satisfy.
middleman. nowhere man.
how did i get on the beatles?
or.
maybe it's just that i should
live perched on the edge, overlooking
the life of the world, where
all that's left for me to do
is simply to jump.
Inspiring? Suicidal?
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