I don't like being in the eye of the storm
The in-between
Where the dirt is still fresh
on a fortnight
But not yet packed down
on the path ahead
Footsteps going nowhere
And yet everywhere
2 versions of us living at once
Eerily still waters that lay before us
The dangerous parts hidden
We hold our breath and forget to count
Not knowing if you're asleep at the post
Or if you"re standing guard like me
A hawk on a branch
A selfish selfless king
Someone you used to love
A figure on a swing
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