the middle

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.