In the centre, where silence falls,
Where choices split and hearts are worn.
To be in the middle, neither here nor there,
Surrounded by judgement, thick in the air.
Right or wrong, truth or lie,
Dreams and reality quietly vie.
Sides are chosen, lines are drawn,
Conscious or not, the dance goes on.
And standing still while worlds collide,
It’s always so hard, with nowhere to hide.