Where am I?


Am stuck

Between the ground

And the sky

And I can recite Pi

To three decimal places –

Three point one four two –

Which would be handy

If I ever needed to do so.

Am journeying 

Between birth and death;

And as long as I keep taking

The next breath

I shall keep travelling upon my path.
But, if I stop inhaling

And / or exhaling

I shall end my travails

And seek new destinations

Upon a foreign shore

No more.

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