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Halfway down the road
Having passed the midpoint, I came to a stall.
The known half’s behind me, the future ain’t clear,
all those years gone shifting, from gear to gear.
No U-turns allowed, one way gotta roll,
can not pull the same old tricks, thrills and spills an’ all.
What was distant now seems near
halfway down the road.
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