It's Called the In-Between

It's called the waiting game
Called the in-between
And it all feels the same
Life becomes routine
Just don't feel like moving
Sleeps your habitat
Glad your dreams are soothing
Feelings going flat

There's too many projects to attend
And many issues to amend
So many plans to transcend
That these goals do intend
For that target's end
Feels overwhelmed

The brain feels overworked
Doesn't want to think
The chores it wants to shirk
Keeping occupied
It's bored needing respite
Wanting stimulus
A thunderstorm delights
Giving impetus

There's too many projects to attend
And many issues to amend
So many plans to transcend
That these goals do intend
For that target's end
Feels overwhelmed

You're waiting for your muse
Hope she comes here soon
The days are passing by
You do importune
Still don't feel like doing
Sitting round the house
Frustration is brewing
Broken all your vows

Caught in the in-between
Lost in endless now
Pacing down the hallways
Corridors avow
Your dreams are on repeat
Rooms all look the same
Your future's in the past
Fear you've lost your aim

There's too many projects to attend
And many issues to amend
So many plans to transcend
That these goals do intend
For that target's end
Feels overwhelmed

The in-between has won
There is no escape
The shutters are all locked
Windows are all draped
Furniture all dusty
Mirrors painted black
Sleeping on the couch now
There's no going back

There's too many projects to attend
And many issues to amend
So many plans to transcend
That these goals do intend
For that target's end
Feels overwhelmed

It's called the in-between
Now there's no way out
A labyrinth machine
Blinded eyes of doubt
The in-between has won
Lost in endless now
Your goals die one by one
Broken all your vows

Lost in endless now
Lost in endless now