Vague, a little lost, half empty.
In a zone somewhere between.
Not the thing you were before,
When days were fresh and green,
But nothing new and revitalised,
A route roughly hewn or too well tred.
So many roads ahead of you,
But they’re all just in your head.
Life has the power to take your choices.
Some paths you’d never wish to walk.
There are times you need to sit, switch off,
Because you’ve no words right now to talk.
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