All I know is to run
And chase
Lay idle and glum
Invoke pity
In which I am known to succumb
My attention is glazed
To the onlookers hum
Yet where is my friend?
My gold-haired chum

"He's gone"
Unfound
My heart is a drum
Left beaten
I yell amongst the onlookers shun
"He'll return"
I lie
To indulge in the numb
Night rattled my mind
So I'll wait for the sun

I am a good middle step
A solid in-between
Yet this aching has begun
As I get lost in my dreams

I am a good middle step
You may fall onto me
Or I’ll support your rise
Till you get where you need

I am a good middle step
For both lovers and friends
But no one stays
I am no one’s end

I am a good middle step
It was once my desire
I know I chose this
But now, I’m tired

I am a good middle step
And I don’t wish to change
I want someone to sit by me
To select me and stay

Let the rivers run dry, for I grow tired of the scent
Irises grey and energy left spent,
Tears could replenish the thirst of her needs
Yet we fall into daydreams, caked in grease