I thought I had a choice when I was young
and some young me decided what I did
and so became the me that now is sung,
the me from whom all other pasts are hid.

I think I have a choice this very day
and now will be deciding what I do
and so become the me that chose this way,
the me to whom some futures gave no clue.

I think I will have choices still to come
and me to be will claim decisions made
and so remain the me that hears the drum,
the me for whom there comes the last parade.

I hear no drummer but my own and so
no other times and pathways can I know.

- Robert Stone, 14 March 2010



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