Intermission

I'm so tired but I can't sleep.

My mind is full but I can't speak.

Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I'm stuck

Right here, somewhere between side a and side b.

 

I could call it compromise

Or just an intermission.

Some kind of consolation prize

For the race I never finished.

 

I want to turn these tired gears.

I want to feel the follow-through,

Some kind of equilibrium...

Something to set my watch to.

 

I'm here, somewhere between

Victory and a white flag.

Caught in this purgatory dream, I'm stuck.

 

But I want to set the record straight,

I want to retrace my every step.

If I could just rewind all the tapes

Then maybe I'd find my loose thread.

 

Call it a compromise

Or just an intermission.

Some kind of consolation prize,

So close, but never finished.

 

I want to turn these tired gears.

I want to feel the follow-through,

Some kind of equilibrium...

Something to set my watch to.