i choose the
color of my shirt
perhaps
i can also choose
the color of my
mood
i guess i can
deny a present grief
hide it from myself
and then
tell myself that
for now
i have decided
to be happy just like
the way i set aside
a black shirt because
i can choose to wear
white
a friend of mine
laughs at this
for today it is
raining
and he asks me
if i can change the
rain
and have a sunny
day instead.
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