That space that floats above our head,

Emotion between love and hate,

Time between early and late,

Rush between excitement and dread.

I oftentimes wonder,

Where the indecisiveness comes from,


Unstoppable vacillation.

How mood,

Capricious mood,

Moves me to perpetual disloyalty.

Refusal to take my place in line,

My reservation never made,

I remain a stranger,

To those close-by.

But reverence for change,

Desire to evolve,

Keeps me sliding,

Along the sentiment scale.


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