The Half Way

You all are wanting from me

wishing into me

like myself do too

but now I am so dry

don't even know what was inside

Where should I stand?

if I'm not with us

and can't respond

to all those beaty eyes

and perfect looks

Slowly I am fading away

and don't know what should become

Sending myself far away

seems the only way

to bear this all

Now I am stuck in the half way

demi dizzy, demi sane

not even us or them

Where do I stand?

Being better in all that

know yourself

this silly game

this vain road

What should I give from me

Just to be better alone?

What should I become

From the dust on the floor?

And...

Who would love

This gray dead soul

pile of stones from

a ruin me?