I am a strange person
Drawn by words and wisdom
I live from my heart, I know no other way
and you live in your head.
Consumed by consequence
And seemingly lost in the gray
this middle ground is shaky
and I find myself uncomfortable and unclear
What are we now?
Where do we go?
Do I change, adapt?
Remain the same and hope you'll see?
Sometimes the difference is by design
So that we seek what we couldn't find...