Yes, oh, yes, I’m halfway there
and, really, really, it’s okay
to be stuck and nearly buried
neither here nor there.
But my place isn’t yours
and I can’t tell you how it looks
and it may be hot or may be cold
dependent on a point of view.
I’m halfway to the promised land,
halfway to loving you,
and halfway to creating
my beautiful reality.
I simply am halfway
and I think it’s fine, indeed I do,
to be neither here nor there
because, oh, yes, indeed because
one day, one day, one day …