Middle ground

Somewhere between the highest heights
And the deepest of the lows
Lies a tempting no-man's-land
Where views do not oppose

Frank and friendly reside in there
Without hiding their thoughts away
Free to air almost anything
At any time of day

But we don't go there much
Or never, if truth be told
Live life at the far extremes
Of boiling hot or freezing cold

Raging storm or sunny skies
There's little in between
I long for that middle ground
Where the grass is ever green

Will I ever reach Utopia
Or will apathy reign supreme
Tired from the rollercoasters
That take me to each extreme

I'll sign off with my words now
Hope you understand
I feel a trip back to those depths
Very close at hand