It's more than just
live or die,
you know.
There is an ocean of grey area-
limbo
quick sand.
A place where I don't want to stick around
yet
I don't want to disappear completely.
So I just float down the highway-
half there
and half not-
underwhelmed with the possibility of
my future flushed,
and overwhelmed
with the monotonous
trudging on
that I'm so well versed in.
Thing is
I don't want to jump,
but I just wish I could slip into the Atlantic
for a bit
to try it on-
like a wig,
or an evening gown,
absolutely priceless for a day.