I am not in the middle, I’m somewhere in the distance,
Born here, thrive here, building sans resistance.
Positioned off mark so I can stay in flow,
Grabbing rocks, chucking pebbles, making tracks as I go.
Not always correct, not joyous or nice,
but I can hang with gorillas and chat with the mice.
We jockey and cut to be at the center of life,
yet the feelings we need are out by the strife.
Make a beat here, Incredibox, and re-read “Living Off Center” again. It’s worth it.