time is a river, why swim

against the stream? 

looking where you came,

ignoring

where you’re going? 

time is a river— 

I entered its rapids. 

change

can be freedom, 

change

can be violence.

but I’d rather be a rock

split in the stream

then a boulder at the bank

safe and unchanged.


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