I open my eyes. Stretch my feet. It's still dawn past across the two windowsStill befuddled. Searching answersAm I on the right road.I long to go out. Gulp the fresh airI lose count of roundsAll I remember is what you said.I busy myself. Its all futileStill indecisive. Still lost.The last evening's talks haven't left You still there. I feel stupid.My mind is shouting loud. But I am quietWhat lies at the end of the lane. I wish I could knowI shut my eyes. Still no peace.Wait for morrow. I am nowhere.I stretch my feet. Its still dawnStill befuddled. Searching answers.
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