I’m stuck in the middle with you, because every day with you is a leap of faith.
Every day with you is a leap of faith, where I wake up, jump off the cliff, and wind up falling
way down into the middle
I definitely like the second iteration better, because somehow it’s better to be falling -at least then you are moving -than it is to be stuck, and not moving. Frankly, you’re not going anywhere. Instead, you’re at Wegman’s in the suburbs or the farmers’ market in the Circle (because you both think you’re better than everyone else), but all you’ve done is worn a path (viewable from outer space above!) that is like a circle or, rather, a handcuff actually (or maybe an anklet -how fun!) around your life, from your office to your home to... well, you know, the grocery store.
You might deviate a bit, of course. To yoga, or whatever it is that’s hot right now (what is it? is it “zumba”?); or to the bar (which, let’s face it, isn’t that much of a deviation); or to the coffee shop (because you really are better than everyone else and everyone who agrees with you actually hates you); or to... you know... whatever it is, you’re not really going anywhere. You’re just doing all the things we have to do to distract ourselves from the tedium -but let’s do try and be more poetic here. Let’s replace “the tedium” with “the low hum(drum) of every day life.”
There. That’s better, isn’t it?
But, where was I? Ooh, right...
in the middle