Stuck in the land of in between,
I stare out the glass at everyone’s dreams,
Their muffled laughter rings throughout the land,
As I sit and ponder who I am,
A crystal lattice gleams in the distance,
A web of creation I continue to weave,
Sometimes I think it's a Sisyphean task,
As I count down the hours until I get to leave,
Time wilts in the humidity,
Fate wobbles with remorse,
But I must not give into doubt,
For only I can chart my course.
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