Somewhere between biting winters and blazing summers is a spring to delight
Somewhere between bright days and dark nights is the warm colour of twilight
Somewhere between a parched land and unsettled floods are drizzles by the window side
But where is your betwixt and between in
Trust and doubt,
Hope and despair,
Integrity and deceit
How conveniently you sneak
Between those 1s and 0s, a million numbers;
Between a yes and no, a cowardly dodge and a hopeless silence;
You plead for a half-way and a middle ground
When all you do is straddle the fence?
Fiction often has a bit of reality,
But never enough to change the genre
A chain of lies and a bit of truth, doesn't alter the extent of certitude
For those that are extremes, they have no in-betweens.
