Writing in between dusk and dawn late night and early morning thoughts all things I should have done all things I should have said ends up in a sheet of paper
Writing in between fantasy and reality distinguishing facts from dreams separating actual events from things that happened only in mind drawing a line between possible and impossible all ends up in a black ink
Writing in between, with an angel and a devil beside they look at me saying "decide which side to take, decide which bridge to burn" it takes a lot of wisdom to choose it takes a lot of understanding to do
Writing in between seconds and minutes of how time takes things and how things takes time of how time is sometimes too slow and sometimes too fast writing about how time has betrayed me
Writing in between good and evil of what is angelic and sinister of what is moral and immoral of what is accepted and not all written, but all don't matter
Writing in between life and death still couldn't define what is living still couldn't define what comes with death writing in between inhales and exhales grasping for words and air
So hard to make a stand So hard to choose a side So for now, writing in between glory and what bores me.
I don't know where it should go. Random thoughts of mine. Hope it make sense.