i am more than
the middle ground
of my extremes.

With words I am a figure of conjuring movements
My hands detail words silently they breath
Upon reality
Form
Breath  
Solidify
Upon this place of life through phrases,
I play a chess board of moves thought out,
Not in moment but in millennia's
As for each action their is a reaction that
Moves slowly or  instantaneously
Moment,
Time,
Patience
Is a virtue as my words whisper on the
Chest board of light and darkness, I
Mummer on the playing field of both,
I am the words heard in ears, like an echo
Of a thought they cognitively thought their own,
Words
Blend 
Power
And I am of neither or both.
I am of the order where words were spoken,
And hand gestured upon the air, reality its self
Bent to our thoughts,
we are what is, was, to come  to the dawn
Night shall fall and when it arises once again
We will be their to guide with the words gestured with hand.

Destiny will not be found
in the realm of time
Limited to our own imaginations

We are all but strangers in this land
It is those who find a belonging to this world
 who are truly lost

Echoes we chase of discontentment
Searching for pieces we think we lost
or never had

Hearing the voices inside and out
Declaring "You Don't Belong"

Wanderers, explorers, seekers at best
Life is a Sojourn
    not a place to nest

Welcome to the lives that we once left behind.
Bask in our self-hatred and misery.
God knows, no-one else will.
We won't.

Somewhere faraway is a girl who was once me.
She'll smile and she'll laugh
Because she doesn't know what is to come,
She doesn't know she will be me.

Innocence became pain,
Love became hate,
And life was insignificant.
Our hope was

Flattened out until the edge of doom.
And we followed this doom.
Up,
Down,
Left,
Right,
We followed.

No more does beauty linger here-
It is lost.
Just like everything else,
Just like us.