Walking down the empty path

An ordeal once was, full of wrath

Trapped or free, a state of indecision

Happiness and content lacked precision

Things change, just as my clothes do

Rise from the rut, with a bang, I do too!

Still the empty path, sometimes an ordeal

The pain, in deep, is no longer sealed

Alone but no longer lonely

Albeit a bit looney

Definitely not tooney :P

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P.S. I am still on sabbatical. And whee!! UPA won :D