The InBetween
There's nothing left to do with it, every route has been subdued. It's in the quiet and it'll catch up, just when you stop to think. It's us that take the time to free ourselves from day-to-day, that'll find it there, in the silence that envelops the noise. In the clarity we forget is even there. It's inbetween our obstacles, we see through it and yet never stop to think that it's the time between all of our mistakes that we are really free. The moments that can't be measured or seen, forgettable in lue, of all the things we're waiting for, more cold-hearted, hurtfull matters to get back to attending to.