coming and going
but all of us going
only the workers
call this place home
the rest of us
transients
uprooted
and on the move
still we take
a piece
of our world
out with us
clothes, walk,
attitude...
all programmed
into the muscles
we become creatures
on auto pilot
merely reliving
the same patterns over
and over again
and we ask,
"why is this always
happening to me?"
choices...
life shows us things
and we choose
sometimes the choices
are thrust upon us
but that
is the secret to living...
we are
always
at choice
we always
have
the option
of smiling.
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