Choices Make You
while climbing the stairs
i see two
a good person
smiling at me
hug me with body
speak in a loud voice
"You are a precious person"
a smart guy
look at me and smile
with a motionless
Speak expressionlessly, barely audible
"good morning"
after reading the book
I think as I go down the stairs
who i need
who need me
who will i choose?
that is the problem.
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