I live in the shadows between night and day
On the border of living, all shut away
While others go live, at home I stay
I live in the inbetween times
My world is small, with a window outside
No one can help, the charlatans lied
Sometimes I wonder if really I died
I live in the inbetween times
When the world goes to sleep, and the stars come out
I open my eyes and roam about
I plan and dream, but there’s no way out
I live in the inbetween times
The dark and the calm, the morepork calls
I am still stuck within these same old walls
Padding the floors, and these sleepy halls
I live in the inbetween times
Thunder rolls, and on the rain pours
Winds howl, and rattle the doors
Yet still the world around me snores
I live in the inbetween times
Then remission comes, and I take flight
No longer confined to the long night
I gather my strength, and all my might
And I leave the inbetween times
Hellie Hadfield
Wellington, NZ
