the choice

If you think long and hard enough

you can make yourself believe

that the glory and the brilliance

and the `free´ choice-

that they are all worth it

but then

when you really look at the choice

you realize

that what you thought was gold

had just turned out to twinkle

and when you got closer

you saw that it was

only light

reflected

from a little piece of plastic

forgotten by the

brush strokes of the

cleaning machines

the crown jewels

of London’s

streets

hidden

in the

gutter