Choosing~

fingertips wandering within ideas, got nothing up my sleeve. return in time, and be gifted a book-mark. been a long spiral, i can witness the paint. throwing words at stones, i can be forever done. 
my hands are a trope, i can create the path. the wall echoes memories, no fun. 
while you never paid attention to the cup, thou has a better idea. swimming freely, i get to make the choosing. Nemo never liked people, so i'm walking in default. 
its foggy clear, let them discuss.