Amazing how quickly it happens
In a moment, torn from reality, really
Not here, neither quite there, a limbo

And for a time I exist, I think therefore I am
But at the self-same time Ö I am not.
Not here, neither quite there, a limbo

I feel, it is something, not Quite sure what
This fog consumes it, is it real?
Not here, neither quite there, a limbo

In a most odd way, it is pain that puts me here
It is pain that takes me back
Not here, neither quite there, a limbo

Have I gone anywhere? Any progress at all?
This is what it has been before
Iím still here, not gone anywhere, still in limbo
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Either I will find a way, or I will make one.
Philip Sidney