You rearrange your challenges
In every altered location.
It’s what you do, you have to do,
Since, unlike us, your half-lit words,
You’re living, fully living. You
Keep what you can of the self
That danced you this far, and you scope
The surroundings for fresh chances.
You’re new here. You’re always new,
Which you forget when it’s easy
And recall when it’s interesting.
You rearrange your challenges,
How you can move your old body,
How you shop for necessities.
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