The Middle

[milemke08]

We live in the middle, caught in between, riding a wave into the unseen.
We live for a moment, the blink of an eye, blind to the future that won’t be denied.
We live all of our moments planning ahead, waiting it seems, facing with dread,
a time when it’s over, when our dreams have fled.

When life has escaped us, where do we turn?
What have we mattered? What did we learn?
What did I do that an effect on the ribbon of time stretching into what’s next? Reduce the syllables here. If you read aloud, this sentence really stops the flow
Did I spend all my moments on worthless endeavor?
Would it have mattered if I’d lived forever?
If forever just meant that I’d have more time to worry about tomorrow?

The ending feels a little weak too. The message is there, just adjust your syllables a little to keep the flow going.