The Flow
You will not be bothered by the flow
In humility, in nature, in oneness
A step, or breath, a thought, as though
You’re perched to observe the abyss.
Seeing an ocean of progress and growth
Expecting is the downfall of life
To think my control will bring me love
Is to imagine a wave that will not subside
And if in retreat it disappoints my mind
I’ve lost the love that others achieve
A failure to all, an embarrassment in kind
I’ll stand alone with nothing but to breathe.
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