Middleman
The answer to life's riddle,
is found smack dab in the middle.
Every time I realize,
hovering right before my eyes.
Every true epiphany.
Each "Eureka!" rent with glee.
Inside every truth I enter,
is a voice
says "Go to center."
There's no glory,
there's no fame,
only work that makes your name.
One to recall when in need.
Rely on this to grow the seed.
To be on either end,
is an extreme,
hard to defend.
Back at the start,
you are all heart.
Black and white
are held apart.
You can differentiate.
Feel the void 'tween love and hate.
At the beginning,
those are the days,
when you don't seek,
the wisdom of grey.
You will run far.
You will run fast.
Sacrifice body to make it last.
Then,
when the old ways
cease to produce.
You are tired,
you are confused.
When you run in circles,
and you are perplexed.
When your body fails.
Don't know what is next.
Come back to the middle,
One of your best moves,
Start the push forward,
to keep in the grooves.
Come back to the middle,
there's nothing to prove.
Come back to the middle,
fear is removed.