the air is damp
around me
falls the clouds
that shade
my judgement
ambiguous-
the sides
still drawing...
the line
is f&*%ing tired
of being
in the middle
Sounds like war.
Les
Les, it is a war...a war between the sides and the "gray matter" that always resides near the middle in life-and how the line between them grows weary of being caught between the two.