Coin of Life

I feel

a great many things

at any given 

moment. Which, I

suppose, should be

better than

when I used to feel 

a great deal of nothing; emptiness.

//

However,

during the time

of Great Emptiness,

I lost my way

to understand

the goings-on. Inside

is like a party. But

I was only invited

out of pity.

//

Never-me-mind.

I never liked parties

anyhow, anyway.

Now

too many party goers;

going, talking -- 

pulling for attention.

//

Two sides 

of the coin of life,

and I-

I crave the middle.