Here I stand, now where do I go?
Do I go this way or that, I do not know?
I stand to move, and move to stand.
The time to choose is nearly at hand.
Ready to go, yet, so undone.
The day creeps closer with each setting sun.
Nowhere to go so here I stand.
The time to fail may be at hand.
Here I stand, not knowing the way.
There I go not choosing to stay.
Who can I trust to hold their hand?
I don�t know where to go, so here I stand.
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