Thursday, April 8, 2010

Middle World

Stuck between two worlds wandering un-reposed
Not good enough for heaven, not bad enough for hell
Left amid the foul existence of souls longing for deliverance
Treading blindly through passages unknown

The above and the below, tales of which are told
Do you choose consciously where you want to go
Nurtured to be good, in your nature to be bad
On this plain in transit, to depart is to arrive

Stuck here on bitter sweet till departure time
Between two worlds that no one knows
Trying to run from hell, working towards heaven
On arrival day who can you tell, after all my work
I'm sitting here in heaven or hell

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