Between

There is a place where Demons creep;
Between your waking, and your sleep;

Where faeries live and goblins roam;
Where inspiration makes it's home;

Some go and stay, inside you see;
They "suffer" from "insanity";

Some pass right through and won't admit,
To their experience in it;

They live and die without a word;
For they are just part of the herd;

But me? I like to stop and stare;
To just enjoy what I see there;

I will not stay forevermore;
For then my grip on life'd be tore;

Occasional trips in my mind;
They occupy, help me unwind;

So there I'll go, and will not stay;
Until I leave this life some day.