I’m Put In A Position

I’m put in a position.
Not the kind of position that makes me scream, “Please do that again!”
But a position that makes me think twice.
Think twice about a choice I made a long time ago, if time were important.
If only a choice could be unraveled by time.

I’m put in a position.
From which I would prefer to transition.
To another state of mind.
A mind I care not to state.

I’m put in a position.
Where I cannot stay but prefer not to go.
If only the invitations would cease their existence.
If only my desire could bare my resistance. 

I’m put in a position.

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