My body leans
In the scene to the left
Where my soul in perfect time
It starts to melt

My body leans
In the scene to the right
Where my soul in perfect time
Finds dreams to smelt

My body stands
In the scene in the middle
Where my soul is froze in time
And nothings felt

A brief touch of left
It did create the light
To vaporize the right
In scenes of inner fight

From a stagnate middle
When you’re feeling brittle
And the meanings riddle
Where all feelings ripple