and now i sit
and wonder
and wander
i cant help it
so i leave it
up to you
and whether or not
you make your decision
my mind is made up
made up of
minds i've crossed
because what are lives
but chalkboards
made dusty white
[or blue, green, yellow
oh the colors of chalk these days]
by other lives
of those we've crossed
or brushed against
for a moment
for a lifetime
teachers
all of them
or delinquents
perhaps
making marks to confuse
all others who look upon
what i've become
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