Right Choice

Fork in the road which I remove to eat my eggs. MIssing ketchup for my sandwich on the city museum steps. A beggars not a beggar when he leaves an finds his way a secret clothing stockpile; he changes an he walks away replaced by truly needs it, Now I'm feeling full but tainted. Sights, . wanting to eat the rabbit food. The masses jam their corpses with meat; I feel my body unsupported an my mind a haze. I'm glad I made the right choice despite that no ones amazed. At least it happened before the last day. At least I know for me it's the right way. For me I see the maze; no hope. still I stay. To sit or stan, or eat or pray, but ever after wait and stay. The right choice under a sky of grey. Hidden gastronomy in a hobo's briefcase. Knowing it's consumption follows smoking base. The right choice merely to attend the way. .