When I set foot on the shadow of my idea-turned-choice, I realized that I had willed something I wasn't able to believe into something I could no longer refrain from knowing.
It was then that I smelled air I knew from another world.
I tasted sunshine that had somehow tanned my soul.
I read the words that voices have sung me to sleep with times before.
And I found the longing I had been waiting to call my home.
I had made the right college choice.
And all was well.
I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom,
You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom?
The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride,
May this envy be contagious?
These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?
I might recon that is so,
Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
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