A trillion games

Somewhere in the middle of the day
A pound of will, a gram of vocation
In the middle of a suburb colorblind to grey
Children's eyes, a house's foundation
A family is a house, it's a shelter so to say

Somewhere in the middle of an ambush fate threw
In an elaborate bushwhack called life most are caught
The will to add to the name lives itself out in you
What a challenge, love, hate and printed notes that own thought
Fools pride left to graze, fatten and court

Somewhere in the middle is the soul pretending not be stunned
A trillion games could swallow us, why this one? Why this one?
Is it fear to feel that keeps us adroit meanwhile?
No simply love in us aglow as the world washes us in stimuli