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Mar 2015
Crossed between choices, paths, decisions,
This isn't the life I thought out, not the one I envisioned.
Remember we were five? They asked what we wanted to be, I said an athlete or an astronaut when I should've said free.
The days that remain can be counted on a couple hands,
Time to change my stars, make my art, and discover my Rembrandt.
Michael Alexander Metelits
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Michael Alexander Metelits  Houstonian
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