The Middle of this Road.

 The Middle of this Road.

I live in your grief and the mob will be broken if I leave,

But I cannot remember the last time we were all happy

And I cannot live here knowing that, that time will not come.

It's strange that I should miss something I know not of

Remember sweet joy memories, but them times have faded

When did perfection exist behind closed doors you fools.

So, was it always demanding to decide which road to take?

It seems even harder as my values contrast with theirs.

I can stay here trying to avoid oblivion or depart to euphoria

I am drifting away and I dont belong on either side

Flashing lights, dance until you drop and do it all over again

I have no desire in all your ideals of happiness.

Experiencing the other side nothing will be the same again.

However ,how long will it appeal to my capricious mind?

Coast to lake, clubs to home, freedom to suppression,

Athlete to cook, piano to another replaced.

Oh how much I long to run on that beach for miles

Oh if only it weren't impossible to express my mind to you.

Look into the ocean, waves splashing against each other,

Let me scream to the top of my lungs and fall into the sea

Where I will face my fears and crawl to the top.

Time intends not to wait for me in this dilemma

Its so claustraphobic,yet so lonely, no one is here.

Like a leech consuming my mind, gripping my thoughts

The ambiguity like a car crash lying at the crossroads

Reality comes and there's a heavy grip on my finger.