An open wooden doorframe with a door standing in a desert at dusk with mountains in the background
Sometimes I wonder
Why am I here?
I think I should know
But it’s not all that clear

I think that in truth
If I’m being fair
I find myself here
Because I’m no longer there

There wasn’t bad
But now I’ve moved on
And here is ok
Now there is gone

And really it’s fine
I’m not sure I care
Where I’d rather be
Is neither here nor there

11 responses to “Neither Here Nor There”

  1. The journey from here,
    To a place over there,
    Is made better by beer,
    And a giant eclair!

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    1. Got me through a pretty dull meeting in fairness

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    1. And simultaneously not back.

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  2. There there, don’t be so sad…

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    1. It was an excruciating meeting though.

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  3. Nice. You’ve gone there and back a Zen.

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    1. All in the space of one pointless and very long meeting.

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