I want to live a life in between,

A destination somewhere from here and there,

Where the grass is green on both sides

if you only stand on the fence.

I want to live a life of moderation,

Where the rain doesn’t fall in torrents but in mists,

and the sun rather warms than burns.

Where I never drink too much, and wake sore,

with no memories.

And yet I’m there with the rest, the best,

drinking with friends.

I want to live in a world where my life is mine

And that we are never too late or too early but just on time,

Live in a world where my favourite song will still move me as

much the first time as the thousandth.

I want to live in a world between, and yet looking back at my words I don’t know if I would be happy.

So I’ll be content in this world of in-moderation.

Where we love like it’s the end, and we listen like we’ve never heard before, and we live like everyday is our last.

Though I will never have my perfect world, I am happy in imperfection