We are lost

We are lost

As close to the bottom

As we are to the top

There is precious little

Middle ground

Underused

Inhabited as it is

By a host of rational thinkers

With fingers crossed

Waiting for a deadline

To pass

Before flying off

The handle

Caught up in a frenzy

Of denial

Nobody knows

Where the time goes

Whichever way

You choose

There is too much to lose

To risk exposure

As an eccentric

Remain eclectic

Innovation is a disease

A deviation from the norm

Fill out a form

Before you join

The queue

Take a ticket

Wait inline

Donate blood

Never walk a river bed

It just might flood

Never dance with a stranger

In the rain

But what is plain

If we do nothing

We will stay lost

Stuck in the middle

Lost in a riddle

For the duration

Of the game

All the same.