At times, 
you know?

All of it just comes to a halt.
There are things to do, 
But you, just don't!

You just keep sitting in a corner, 
Over something, which is typically vague.

You do things…
Never tried before.

And now again, 
you’re at the crossroads.

Standing right there, 
but nowhere to go.

The End

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