Living in pieces

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I’m in between places

Not sure where to go

Driving through No Man’s Land

The road swallows me whole

I’m crossing the distance

Don’t know how long

Don’t know where it’s leading

Don’t know where it’s from

I’m sure I’ll end up somewhere

In a place called This-or-That

For the moment I’m a traveler

Destination still an unknown fact

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