November 27, 2010
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My own place,
My little nook in the world

Is that nook made for me?
A crevice carved to fit just right?

Or am I constantly molded,
Ever being shaped by the world
By those you surround me,
Or the journey I am on

Isn’t my niche a product?
The product of who I am
And the space I make,
That I end up fitting in?

Don’t I choose my niche?
Don’t I carve it out?

Isn’t it a product of the people I am surrounded by
And the adventures I chose to go on?

So then like me my niche adapts with me
To accommodate to my ever changing life

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