The Current


What do I do when
The river has ceased?
Truth is, there are
So many I want to please,
But I'm suspended
In the elements
Of my own design.
I'm neither floating
Nor sinking.
Drowning,
Nor living.
All I have is my thinking
To get me up-stream.
I can still breathe,
But my supply is running thin.
There's so much to achieve
And I'm just waiting to begin.
If I make it up
I'll discover all I need;
I'll be a new man.
I'll have conquered
The elements of my own creation
And most importantly,
I'll have overcome the current.

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