The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.

The day turns in its own rhythm,
shifting without asking.
Paths cross, things change,
nothing stays still for long.

The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.
The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.

Noise rises somewhere far off.
Somebody rushes, somebody slows.
All of it passing weather.
All of it passing through.

The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.
The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.

A quiet runs through everything,
steady beneath the noise.
It waits in the open spaces,
unmoved by what comes and goes.

The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.
The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.
The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.
The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.
The world can move how it wants.
I will move how I choose.

I Move How I Choose

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