Within the walls of waiting
Lies my fortune and misfortune
Myself and I left to debating
What could be either turn?
Life has rewound the clock
I am back where I started
One of life’s firmer blocks
But not as whole hearted
A lesson all in one: friends
Can transform into shadows
Dim streets inviting into dead ends
To hit a wall and pass to cliff or meadows
Past the wall, there’s the wait
In it I must draw a new map
On the map I must punch a new date
Create something new and…adapt
Here I am, real yet perception
There I am, an illusion of me
We meet together to conjure deception
One of us will win; the other will be.
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