half in half out.
we straddle the day,
the puddles,
work, and ice.
the curb.
we avoid, we engage. we
stir it up
or ignore. we swim
though a thick
pond of emotions,
old thoughts,
new ideas.
we're half in, half
out,
our minds are elsewhere
as we go
through
the motions of living,
unliving.
we leave so much unsaid,
undone.
there's not enough, or
too much time
in the day.
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