Limbo's Elevator

Am I supposed to be happy stuck in limbo?
Like those adult films
Where you’re stuck between floors with a hot chick
Their appealing so long as the scene doesn’t last nine months

It has its up sides, so long as the sex is consistent
When that fades it morphs into awkward silences spanning 4 by 4 walls.
Trying not to stair at each other under the red emergency lights
Realizing that there’s nothing to say.

More over there’s nothing to do
Cause there no where to move.
No progression and no shared actions to comment on
Just four walls, nude flesh, and the creeping feeling of claustrophobia.

Normal partners have days to speak of.
They have plans and activities to nurse a shared muse.
Each ones separate lives gradually join over a span of time
Mixing to an 80/20 split; just enough have common and uncommon ground.

The key here is ground, as in to walk on
With paths and trails to wander away with, and away from each other
A world where the two actors could search together
Unrestricted by walls, which limit the scope of their relationship.

Our elevator is between the floors of Start and Go.
Lacking the inertia to ascend towards anything higher.
So here we are, stuck in limbo, trapped by hesitation
Waiting for the emergency phone to ring; so that we can make it to solid ground.