If your arms are too long, then are the legs too short?
Or do you keep hands in pocket and act nonchalant?
Or become a trapeze artist where arms are an asset?
Choices.
So many of them – each a brick in the foundation of an attitude.
Once I was so confused, I flipped a coin, and it said:
Surrender.
The bricks crumbled, adn the wall tumbled.
On the other side of an attitude I found Being.
“Now I Am,” say the arms, “Life is too short.”
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