The middle-
I'll be damned if I didn't make it.
Dead center.
Bull's-eye.
I have mastered, exactly nothing.
I've tried many seemingly unrelated things.
I've lived out some of the things that I've sought to live out.
I don't function totally in any fashion.
I can sort of do a lot of things.
My house plants are half alive.
My children smile; sometimes.
Things move forward mostly because of external factors which I cannot avoid.
I'm a tiny cog inside of a much larger machine.
Necessary? Maaaayyyyybeee.
Worthy? Fuck No!!
Anyway, I'm like a gym coach -
basics of any "sport" - down.
Life analogies for said "sport" - down.
Ah but only just a few.
Onto the next chapter of the slightly ridiculous.
The Middle.
Where I belong.
Where I'm from.
Where I'll always make it to - almost.
This shit is way too familiar.
