What if I do not want to be imprisoned in a perfect heaven

where the angels high pitched choral lyrics

pierce my ears in agony of its irregular divine song

But I do not yearn to be chained in hell,

among the demons I cannot hide or escape from

they cling to my sides. whispering in sweet tongues of exotic languages

I do not long to care.

Perhaps, I belong in this inbetween,

us imperfect mortals refer to simply as "earth"

where our music is a remix of heaven and hell

where smiles don't shine quite as bright

and looks aren't deceiving.

I dearly treasure my time here, and constantly see reflections in both worlds,

but for now, that's what I strive for

I do not possess the longing to live in either

but I strive for the inbetween.