That limbo between the worlds

-We are all wrecked souls in a sea of troubles. But a raft, a small job and a loved one, is enough to let we fancy ourselves as masters of the oceans.-

And so I find myself stuck again in that limbo which lays between those worlds which alternate themselves in my life. I don't like the uses, beliefs and behaviors of the one in front on me; I can't last the sovereign sloth of the one at my back. Once again I drift amid lost chances, would-be lives and too much high price choices. A floating wreckage on a sea of waisted time.