An Alternate Reality

Some are driven
Some just walk
Some are given
Some just talk

Some are easy
Some are hard
Some are breezy
Some are charred

Some rhymes matter
Rhythms smooth
Some just clatter
Unfinished, crude

But, however I unfold them
Not matter what they say
The words still form a poem
at the end of a long day.

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