Fine Line

such a fine line,

between genius and madness,

darkness and light,

life and death;

you and I;

for so long now,

we've been running,

no place to call home,

no yesterday or today,

no place to rest our head,

no tears to shed;

no living or dead;

if it were up to me,

it would all be wiped clean,

anesthetized,

tranquilized,

sterilized,

without right or wrong,

past or present,

if it were up to me;

it would have all ended

long ago;

I wait, as you walk out the door,

wondering when you will return,

or if you even will,

walking a fine line,

on the way to the other side,

running a desperate race,

with no place left to hide;

I have been to the mountaintop,

I have seen the other side,

I have returned untouched,

I am ready to begin

again;

I am ready for the bullshit,

I am prepared for the failure,

I am poised for the inevitability.

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