arbitrary choices

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thoughts, feelings, patterns

traveled and worn by those before me


to what extent

am I a conglomerate of picky

habits picked by those before me


am I sure that's not all

that I am? my interests, habits,

and beliefs, nothing of my control

all the way up to this word


arbitrary choices

under this patterned umbrella

blown away by the wind


exposing chaotic

torrential, drowning rain

am I nothing, without you


where yes becomes no

and why changes how

can I swim? am I forced


to construct my own patterned umbrella

on the patterns worn by those before me

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