A Lukewarm Life

I have lived a lukewarm life
But not in the way you would think
Most people splash in temperate tide pools because all they know is is sleepwalking. Monochromatic anti-madness.
I’ve surfed the highest waves of mania and drowned in the palest waters of hatred
I still remember the way the sea grass tickled my legs as I sunk into the deepest depths of pain.
So I am an innocent citizen of a lukewarm life, not because my existence has been boring,
But because it is the average of my polar experiences.
As well as the temperature of the water in which I float, waiting for the next storm.

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