My Choice

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Day to Day, it’s all mundane….

The will to find a little time,

Come with me, sit with me,

Passing the time.

As if it was given….

Or taken away,

I do not have time for

For a mundane kind of day.

I choose to live….

In chaos and sound,

And preferably,

Above ground.

 

By Miguel Valadez

2013

 

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