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Click here"When in Rome," ya know?
That's sort of how I lived my life;
it wasn't all choice
not always many choices
There were cities and sky-scrapers,
small towns and farms,
books and computers
coffeehouses and bars...
too many bars
professors and money and expectations...
too many expectations
For a different person
the opportunities I found and made
could have worked out beautifully,
for someone not terribly curious
about what might lay in those empty woods,
what tales the oceans might have to tell,
what it all might mean
It is sometimes glorious
to be a gypsy in Rome,
to walk roads worn by few brave feet
taking whatever is offered you
(bound by neither dogma nor creed)
and then, when the wind is right,
to change it all
for another set of clothes
But the key to being a gypsy
is to remember you're a gypsy,
to take your chips and pack your bags
when the moon is full
Otherwise, one morning
you'll wake up as I do,
and look in the mirror
at a worn face you barely know
you would have captured what is in my heart, if I had ever lived and had a story to tell. work well done, Sean.