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I sit here a captive to the blurring white lines Mesmerized, hostage I fail to see signs My life just a whirlwind briskly passing me by Stress pressing firmly my relief, a short sigh. But what of the consequences the things I should have done? My ambitions, my duties are they strangely now one? The "nod," oh so deadly, for it comes once again It calms me then JOLTS me was I sleeping just then? I am but a traveler on this road known as life And although I am steering I can not avoid strife.
I have resubmitted this based on a good suggestion that one line was a bit out of meter. :)
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