{"id":733,"date":"2006-11-03T11:07:10","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T17:07:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1991\/7-2-91-what-are-my-choices\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T11:07:10","modified_gmt":"2006-11-03T17:07:10","slug":"7-2-91-what-are-my-choices","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=733","title":{"rendered":"7-2-91 What Are My Choices?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=733\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>Stuttgart,3:40AM<\/p>\n<p>Each man who travels along this way<br \/>\nFastened by commitment,distance and love<br \/>\nAt one time feels his shoulders converge<br \/>\nWith the contradiction of our lives<br \/>\nRunning fast for so long<br \/>\nWe look for balance in imbalance,<br \/>\nHome everywhere but home.<\/p>\n<p>Our sirens called in different voices<br \/>\nSweet sounds not of expectation<br \/>\nAn answer for those not questioning<br \/>\nConsolation prize for others,yet<br \/>\nHere we find our families<br \/>\nRed headed stepchildren in foster care<br \/>\nDecisions made and printed for us<br \/>\nThe rules few but cast of grey iron<br \/>\nBars bent,drank at,played and shook.<\/p>\n<p>The others look on in disbelief<br \/>\n&#8220;wow,it must be cool&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;I could never do that&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;What you must have seen&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\nOur tired eyes have seen plenty<br \/>\nOf rented beds,old news<br \/>\nMutant phone bills and post card stamps<br \/>\nPlaces shampoo should never go<br \/>\nAsk me where the McEmbassy is<br \/>\nThe loading dock,nearest laundromat<br \/>\nIt there a museum in this town?<br \/>\n&#8230;where are we?<\/p>\n<p>It is not all indelicate windging<br \/>\nThe priceless moments we have saved<br \/>\nFor children,future ex-wives and unbelievers<br \/>\nHow blessed we are to be alive<br \/>\nTo enjoy what we do and complain about it<\/p>\n<p>And still be able to do it again<br \/>\nThe love we&#8217;ve shared among ourselves<br \/>\nNew brothers,kid sisters and perverted uncles;<\/p>\n<p>That the sun rises earlier in Oslo<br \/>\nAnd the feeling&#8217;s the same about 3pm<br \/>\nWherever you are today;<br \/>\nThe part of all of us that wants to be home<br \/>\nTo be secure and loved;<br \/>\nThat this life does not stop love<br \/>\nFor our family and friends<br \/>\nJust takes us away for a lifetime or two.<\/p>\n<p>Some of us do not quite fit<br \/>\nBack there,<br \/>\nThat place that everyone else has<br \/>\nThis reality is fine,thank you<br \/>\nWhere childhoods denied live free and long<br \/>\nJust do your job and play all you want<br \/>\nAs hard and as weird as you can<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a few of us that are watching you<br \/>\nWill pick you up,tell you it&#8217;s been done before<br \/>\nWith a smile&#8230;<br \/>\nA sad smile.<\/p>\n<p>White picket fence can&#8217;t keep us away<br \/>\nBeautiful babies who grow unseen<br \/>\nThe One who anchors and glues our world<br \/>\nCannot keep us at home today<br \/>\nThe promise of ambrosia<br \/>\nChallenges four cities we have never seen<br \/>\nWe who make the impossible happen<br \/>\nWe who make the simple complicated<br \/>\nWe who can&#8217;t remember what our homes look like<br \/>\nWithout a tear and some serious thought.<\/p>\n<p>And we do this of free will again and again<br \/>\nWe are all part of this thing<br \/>\nWhen a punter comes up and says&#8221;I was there&#8221;<br \/>\nYou can smile,remember and get the date wrong<br \/>\nI mean,what are you,an itinerary?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stuttgart,3:40AM Each man who travels along this way Fastened by commitment,distance and love At one time feels his shoulders converge With the contradiction of our lives Running fast for so long We look for balance in imbalance, Home everywhere but home. 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