Can one know what the middle feels like Can one ever know what is just right To not be too much and make all the mess To be just enough and not a thing less
Can one know where to end the flow Can one ever wake up and know To not drag out way too far and long To not shorten it and make all go wrong
Can one know when to stop feeling Can one ever realize if it is teeming To not let love overflow from heart To not be empty that it's ripped apart
Can one know what they are doing To not let life go in time a-flying
Prompt: teem (v.) toΒ be full of that thing, or to have much of that thing inside
I reviewed one piece I wrote about how being in the middle ***** before reposting this one here. Me at 21 y/o realizes how the middle and I are in a love-hate relationship. One aspect of being in the middle kills me, the other aspect, which I'm still working to be in, keeps me dreaming of one day.