Am I who I am,
this vision, this odour, these feelings,
are they real?
I look around vauguely trying to see through each one of us,
What made them who they are?
Life's journey is different for all of us,
lives are stories told by a bigger power.
What if one element was added to those stories,
what if people that were meant to meet didn't?
The chance of exchanging lives if we could,
the possibility of being us but not us.
Are we just part of choices that were not told?
Are we just different decisions we did or didn't make?
What if such journey was just the "best choice".
We are who we are, in the beginning and in the end
but is the millions of possibilities between those two integrals that define what we call life.
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