A rift lies in the middle of my mind I jump back and forth but there’s no place for me in the middle. A rosey romantic turns cold analyst An academician keeps in mind the lover he knows As he doles out non-experiential advice… Why should he be trusted? Ignoring friends, I do wonderful things with numbers And love the moment when a proof cracks. I turn around and joke about what I really am No happy medium but rather two extremes that wrestle for time. Crazy at once, subdued soon again. I try to decide: is one better? Should I upset a functioning balance? I can’t choose. I shouldn’t choose. I am all that I am, nothing more and no one else. That is the best thing.