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The odds were fifty fifty
I thought which way was I going
Have put a limit on my knowing
And without the clue of motion
Brings new questions into play
You should never stop half way
Being in a state of inertia
This brought me to a stop
I thought
What am I going upstairs for
I started up the staircase
But I knew if l went upstairs
I had the answer in a book
I was downstairs I was composing
And for a moment I was stuck
I was half way to the top
Now if you're a bit forgetful
I find advancing years
Hands were empty no clue there
