In more places than one,
You will find yourself stuck between two worlds,
With neither moon nor sun,
In a place where your body floats with ease,
Though you are not dreaming,
A purgatory in your waking life,
Where your daily objects have no meaning,
For of the roads diverged in yellow wood,
You chose not new or old,
But ventured instead into the darkness,
Intending to be bold,
Which is your right,
And others have done like,
But 'less you stumble on another path,
You'll never emerge from this lonely plight.
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