What if I do not want to be imprisoned in a perfect heaven
where the angels high pitched choral lyrics
pierce my ears in agony of its irregular divine song
But I do not yearn to be chained in hell,
among the demons I cannot hide or escape from
they cling to my sides. whispering in sweet tongues of exotic languages
I do not long to care.
Perhaps, I belong in this inbetween,
us imperfect mortals refer to simply as "earth"
where our music is a remix of heaven and hell
where smiles don't shine quite as bright
and looks aren't deceiving.
I dearly treasure my time here, and constantly see reflections in both worlds,
but for now, that's what I strive for
I do not possess the longing to live in either
but I strive for the inbetween.
