• Nothing was quite going right
    But nothing much was wrong
    And nothing much was bad
    But not really nothing good
    So I was kind of caught
    In a float
    In a strange place called neutral
    That I don’t find too often
    So I sat there for a little while
    Looking down on the same familiar street below
    And flipping the pages
    To a novel I wish could be my life
    And the lack of sleep
    From last nights fun
    Was holding me steady in a
    Half awake daze that
    Was keeping me still
    In the way the Jell-O would
    If I were stuck inside
    But I’ve been sitting still too long
    So I take the slow riding
    Steps back down to reality
    Where I’m still half asleep
    And nothing was quite right
    And everything was wrong
    And lots of things was bad
    But I wasn’t really not good
    So I was still stationary
    In a time that seemed frozen
    To all but the birds and
    Cicadas
    In that strange place called neutral
    Where the airplane flying overhead
    Is only that
    Without much meaning
    Same as the people riding inside
    Which wasn’t bad because
    Without meaning
    There is no right
    And without right
    There ain’t wrong either
    But I’d been sitting still too long
    So I walked out on the street
    Only to find that time hadn’t frozen
    And even if I wanted the street to be
    Empty and
    Quiet and
    Clear
    The cars were still there