Creativity is a magnet, polarizing the practical and dreaming
Drought dried distaste for dimmer dinners
Blurred into one piece de la resistance
I change the streams of my own glory
Volition is stronger.
Believing I didn't need home
The unexplored world is but my temporary home
Which do I choose?
Indecision haunts souls that dance together in limelight
Hidden in subway tracks
Kind of shrugging into contradictions
in the night-line
in the high-line
in The End.
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