In between



Illusions fade...
Realities wake...
Brutally fake...!

Empty spaces fill with ehoes
ricochet off words long spoken.
Now you see...you are-
Fighting a losing battle,
Chasing your own shadow.
You are close enough,
But never quite there.

Somewhere in between-
Who you were and
Who you want to be.
If you were here,
I would reason with you.
Then , you were there.
When I got there
you were here.
Caught again,
in between-
here and there,
then and now.

Realities fade...
Illusions wake...
Brutally fake...!

Don't you weep.
This is your leap.
Don't you wallow.
This is your sorrow.
You are falling short
of those hopes so high.
In between is all
that is left to be.

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