The Below 

by Mike Defendant 

Can't get high, Can't stay low. Living in the middle, right above the below. My feet are dangling into the unknown, I hear voices of the people as they're starting to moan. I won't be them, I've still got some fight. I keep my head up towards a future so bright. Sometimes it feels like I'm wasting my days, I whisper to myself that, that's just a phase. 

My head hangs heavy, it's hard to progress, though it's not impossible, I must confess. I'll move on with my baggage in tow. Forward forever, to what? I don't know. Facing my demon and learning it's name. Passing by quickly without any shame. Shaking his hand at the end of the day. Cause all of my demons, they made me this way.