My Choice
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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