It was always the in between.
Never soaring high up in the sky
Never drilling deep into the crux

Floating mid air, blinded by mist.

It was always the in complete.
Never absolute happiness so immense
Never devastating sadness so crippling

Thriving in illusion, numbed by nerves.  

It was always the in secure.
Never swimming in the seas of positivity
Never drowning in the floods of negativity

Steadied yet confused, by the vacuum of neutrality.

It was always the in sufficient.
Never enough, no, push harder
Never the best, no, mould neater

Polish your flaws, sharpen your knife.

It was always the in definite.
Never the striking scarlet, bold and bright
Never the subtle silver, sparkling and humble

Galvanised grey, constant yet vulnerable.

It  was always the in finite.
Never held back by painted walls
Never dictated by judgments nor beliefs

Breathing to explore, the potential of the seamless.