Limbo
by Theodore
How can you be falling if you never hit the ground?
How can you be flying if you never touch the sky?
How can you love yourself if you never are good?
How can you hate yourself if you never are evil?
When people stare in awe and wonder
And flee before your touch
Neither heaven nor hell will take you
And you want nothing so much
As a solid place to stand
And someone to take your hand.