Today I am the in-between
I fill a well without a pail
Bloated belly-ache in-between
Fast-forward me, you. Why can’t we be?
Stalker-year offers no close
New and improved lacks any fresh
And I am the in-between
Lacking tulips; excitable, red, pure
So still-stale thoughts collude; collide and
Make murky what surely should
By now resemble clarity
They distract me; they stare;
They make me stupidly so not-myself; again
And again offer me fear, fear, or fear and fear of fear
Caught again, I am the in-between
I fill a well without a pail.