Transition
In this stage, I feel like everything is on stop,
No up, down, right, left, or bottom top,
I am not dead, or alive,
Just on the drive, to wear I need to go, bad or good,
No one needs to hear, no one need not listen,
I'm on my way,
Just in transition.
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