A man stood on the line
'Twixt salvation and doom
And he thought to himself,
'Is this really happening or am I
Just asleep in my room?'


'Did I really come here of my own
Free choice and will
Or is this just a dream I'm having or
Did I just up and climb
The wrong hill?'


He turned to look back
Behind himself and saw
Many people waiting turn,
People he thought must have broken
Some other petty law.


At least law was petty till
He faced front again,
And could not find the words
To break free, could not relieve
His self-wrought pain.


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