I
cannot
.
d
o
.
either . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
cannot
.
d
o
.
both . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
There
.
i
s
.
nowhere
.
t
o
.
turn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
nowhere
.
t
o
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ there
.
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s
.
nowhere
.
t
o
.
turn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
nowhere
.
t
o
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
it
must
.
b
e
.
the
beginning,
.
.
o
f
.
.
the
end,
.
.
o
f
.
.
the
road . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
beginning,
.
.
o
f
.
.
the
end,
.
.
o
f
.
.
the
journey
.
.
I’ve
known . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
what
.
once
.
w
a
s
.
wonder
.
a
n
d
.
warmth,
.
.
h
a
s
.
.
become
.
bitter
.
a
n
d
.
cold . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
what
.
once
.
w
a
s
.
youthful
.
a
n
d
.
new,
.
.
h
a
s
.
.
become
.
brittle
.
a
n
d
.
old . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
.
h
a
s
.
become
.
brittle
.
a
n
d
.
old . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
i
t
h
–
–
–
this
secret
.
i
n
.
my
soul . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
stand
.
a
l
l
.
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
I
cannot
.
d
o
.
either . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
cannot
.
d
o
.
both.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2015 where the affected party occupies a difficult position and becomes so conflicted between two painful choices that he/she becomes frozen in time and cannot move forward – not realizing of course that failing to make a choice automatically results in the default choice.