I am tired of politics
On the left the ideas are always right
And on the right there is no humanity left
No one ever changes their side for a middleway
I am tired of God
He is all knowing he is life
His plan always ends in death, black swan events
Raging narcissist , good or bad he is praised
I am tired of sex
On one hand it is called musturbation
With a full room its an orgy or indicent exposure
It is sin and glory at the same time
I am tired of love I guess
Last week I was happy and in love
Now I am just angry and hurt
My girlfriend left again Its obvious I know
MIDDLEWAY
Fears of age allay
Growing older with each day
Comforted by an endless array
Of memories on display
Accept all the years
Of laughter and tears
Each passage becomes a pursuit
Which leads to an unknown route
No crossing ever a waste
Onward to the next embrace
Inspirit the will to roam
Down a winding path to home
A life interlaced with grace
No regrets not even a trace
With a smile upon my face
I’ve arrived to a pure place
Ready for what come what may
I have found my Middleway
With a happy heart I say
I can go or I can stay