How

What does all this mean to me?

I cannot answer easily.

Sometimes I live by second-hopping,

Or in chunks of days, not stopping.

Regardless of my presence state,

The fact I’m here I can’t debate.

So what remains is to decide

The way in which I will abide.

“What” falls short in my own head.

“How” is what I’d ask instead.

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