In the Middle of No Man's Land

In the Middle of No Man's Land                                July 25, 2006

Teeter-tottering on a ship,

I sail along to a beat and skip,

Looking forward to a future,

Though bright, I'm not sure.

I never thought the time would come

When I would hear the sound of the drum,

But now they roll,

And things seem to be more droll.

I'm sailing down the river north of Perdition,

Though I never assume that I'm all the close to Heaven.

Somewhere, I'm stuck in the middle of No Man's Land.

This is a place of no degree or rapport

Of being near the port of identity.

Oh Lordy, won't you reach out and guide my sails?

I never cease to be amazed

How life goes on about its merry way,

Whistling a tune only the Sirens comprehend.

 I thought of a love for me that would be fair

If only life would lend me its finite care:

A helping hand, for if not, I shan't know her make.