Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Middle, middle
Thumbs to twiddle
How can life be such a riddle?
Yes, I’m stuck there
And to be fair
It’s just because I truly care
Can’t pick a side
Not that I’ve tried
Instead I’ve listened, sometimes cried
Guess it’s my fate
There’s no debate
And yes, I know, my life is great
Middle, middle
Thumbs to twiddle
While I try to solve this riddle.
Tori Burris Inkley
4/15/24
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