Two worlds
To each its own virtue
It’s each its vice
Distinguished yet equal

Old memories
On foreign faces
Pulled in two directions
Stuck in the middle

Running for so long
No longer sure
What I’m running from
Or to

I hover in the void
In the spaces between the worlds
Life frozen around me
Though time marches on

Looking down on my existence
As if from another plain
High above
Unable to reach me

Once there were tethers
Golden chains binding me to one plane
Or the other
But the tethers have frayed

Now I sway in the breeze
Tempted by shiny things on the ground
Shiny fleeting things
That cannot hold me

Without drive

So high
So frighteningly high

Don’t let me fall


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