I stood waiting,
For the nearby bus.
I jumped on it's side step.
It was just a fun ride.
I turned away,
From the approaching train.
I got onboard.
T'was easy no pain.
I rode my bicycle,
To the local store.
I was fashionable,
In the bike gear I wore.
My destinations were many,
My destiny was one,
Made out of the destinations,
I especially took.
All out of my own choice.
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