I’m not old enough to be
distinguished
Not young enough to be
considered cool
I’m left miring
through the middle
Of elation and
maturity
Oh how this life is
cruel, so, so cruel
Stuck here in the
center,
In between the end and
The beginning,
Still in a state of
unknowing
As to when originates
the dream
Where do these
pathways lead?
Tell me—where do they
lead?
The struggles are
never ending
Nothings just quite as
it seems
The struggles are
never ending
You can see this in my
eyes
The struggles are
never ending
At first I didn’t
believe you
But now I realize, now I realize
Fred, truly in the middle is not a bad place to be! In between youthful naivety and elder wisdom is learning....you are THERE!
ReplyDeleteYeah no matter the age on the struggles will rage. There will always be something new, all we can do is ourbest to get through them at our zoo.
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