Life’s Stream is something you’re born into,
Each tide changes according to your position,
You are part of it’s body.
But eventually you break away from the body,
Become an estuary,
No longer do others depend on your flow,
You’ll never quite find solace in that old stream.
To go back you need only slip in and visit,
Not as a part of the stream but as a stone.
Your actions never having direct impacts
Your actions never having direct impacts
Skimming the surface
Ripples that are gone in a second.
Skip as many stones as you can before you leave.
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