we live in a world of
constant change, of choices.
too many perhaps.
colors.
food, clothes.
styles. people to love,
or unlove.
we move. we move. we move.
it's a carousel.
a pin wheel
of a world, ever spinning.
when to get on, when
to get off.
each day full of choice.
full of decision.
very little stays the same,
so when I see
you after so many years
and you haven't changed,
i'm happy.
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