This life of mine have being a river
Running through the same stream
Washing away all the solid base And rough edges
Rough edges that suppose
To become a grip that can hold me in balance
That I may find myself settled

To be settled and be still
Holding myself into one state of being solid
Solid enough that I am

Unable to move and remain in one
Body of life,
Life itself is a journey

Journey through the river of difficulties
Floating on the waves of troubled waters
Knowing not where it will takes me except where it is settled

Settled at the end of my journey
And then I will becomes a value wherever I am settled
A benefits to where I am presented

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taking the right path to be humble and keep focus