In between

life is an unbalanced game those who find themselves at the top of it often plunge to their death stuck in a parody you can’t see an endless loop of snapshots you won’t escape yet there are those who live in between, walking around seamlessly searching for the thing they will never have I often find myself in between head rolling like a bad symphony thoughts consuming any prospect emptiness station at the pit of my stomach I find myself thinking about the fine line that life is, there is to be or not to be but to those who are grasping strings an in between is all there will ever be