Between

 

Between where I am and where I wish to be


Is the measure of all stress


Between what I have and what I want


Is just a reason to impress

 

Between who I am and yet strive to be


Is the measure of this lie


Between what has been and is yet to come


Is a story into which we buy

 

Between that moment and the one not born


Is a world, stunning and free from strife


So I will sit and reengage


This mystery we call life

 

 

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