Standing on the razors edge
Between darkness and light

Sitting in a folding chair
On the left side of right

Waving in the direction
Of hello and goodbye

Twisted in between the scene
Of I will and might

Climbing on the silver ladder
Of the ups and downs

Stuck somewhere in time
Of standing still and going round

Stuffed deep down in a box
Labeled Lost and Found

Pulling myself out of
Giving up and giving out

Hanging on wherever
Between the never know and there about

Knocking on the oak door
In the frame of in and out

Standing on the shore line
Of the river of dreams and waves of doubt

This is where I find myself
So many times just hanging out