I tried living in the middle once, I think...

What a laugh. How fucking droll.

What madness plagues this fickle soul.

It's all too easy to delude

Crude hearts like mine; so lost in mood.

My ego feeds on rotten food;

Secluded in vicissitude.

I think myself a chump or champ

Dependent on the shade of lamp.

And when I am alone in bed

Some part of me believes I'm wed

To love, and sin, and soft regrets...

My hopes fly not on wings, but jets;

On scary big malfunctioned things,

Screwed tight; held fast to flotsam flings.

I'm gross! I'm foul! reject me please!

I'm such a sentimental sleaze...

My vision blackened, hearing rings.

I swear god wrote the song it sings!

I'm too far up. Too close. Too high.

It feels so real that I might die...

I'll kneel;

lament,

repent,

decry,

But all that truth will be a lie;

I'm happy just to get to cry.

...It's worth the fall to feel the sky.