Shifting in every direction.
Circling my every movement,
Was it to the right, or was it to my left?
Rearing, twisting, one critical stir,
Indecisiveness. Do I proceed?
Constrained, confused, shattered,
Moving forward, unable to see the onward path.
Foiled by my own steadiness,
Uneasy, unfixed, ready for descent.
Stand firmly! Nothing has been predetermined...
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