Somewhere in the Middle

1/25/2011 11:10pm

Can you remember?

Back then, you and I

Living worlds apart

Different history, different story

Between us

I thought there’s really not a chance

Everything was so ordinary

Not a single hint of getting very far

But gripping through the arms of fate

Look at where we’ve got

More than friends, but less than lovers

Guess we’re somewhere in the middle

It is a line between what they call happiness

And yes, stupidity

It’s been a while now

Yesterday has been all but a dream

You and I, though have different history

Now shares a wonderful story

No one can possibly understand

How things work between us

Everything’s not merely the acts of fate

It is a world of chances we together created

And so I seize unto the precious time at hand

Because I don’t know when all of these will last

More than friends, but less than lovers

Guess we’re somewhere in the middle

There’s the choice of whether to cross the line

To grab the full fruit of happiness

Or say goodbye to chance

**It was just so ironic that after I finished this poem, Shane told me to listen to this John Mayer song that goes "Friends, lovers, or nothing. There can only be one". So now I'm wondering, is there really no such thing as in-between? Being in the middle is stupid, I know. But what if somehow it gives you happiness? Where would you be?