Mid-road-reality

And there I was, just like the story I read out loud last night, stuck in the middle of the woods. I could go one way or the other, both entirely separate routes. Mid-road-reality; the only place to actually exist. To be selfish or graceful, its now or never. I chose the high road, I let you talk. I said my piece then you said yours. This grace thing is killing me but all hard work pays off, right?