Can you meet me in the middle?
Last time we spoke it was lethal. Almost caprice except it was delusional; when two beings seemingly fine plagued with emotion and no grounds for reason, only judgment.
Cherry on top just the way you like it, alla that over phone?
Found myself apologizing countlessly only to realize you're done counting sheep and shit, guess that got you sleeping deep. So I made a run for it. I ran on empty back home and a northerly wind blew furiously it shamelessly wallowed me; I cant do this daily.
Can you meet me somewhere in between?
Somewhere far beyond the hiss of the snakes, roar of the tigers, vision of the owls, foresight of the sorceress. Beyond the whispers, the temptations, the facade and the ego. For in this tiny space hinged between this and that, that and this, there is no self reputed ideologies to be found - only a place so safe and sound.
Can you meet me there?