Both and, Neither nor...

There is a gloom enshrouds me

midst solitude and company

...seems an abyss before me...

-So stretched am I, worn and hiding-

No comfort, no relief

both agony and grief

wretchedness and pain

seeking friendship and silence

in one place

...

My mind numb,

my heart worn,

my soul upon the rack,

how long until I’m torn?

because of crowded halls and empty walls

I mourn.

I am and I desire

both and, neither nor.

Wherein lies the middle way?

There my soul should gladly stay

Midst loneliness and overcompany,

my heart there waits for me.