A Moment for the Self

The floods push and coax

others just go with the flow.

But not I.

Sometimes I drift towards shore,

I prefer swimming straight for the shore,

And then, I'm in another place.

No swimming with routine,

Far away from the ravine,

I find a sanctuary

that's as busy and endless as the river,

but one of my own imagination.

If I dream,

I have no control,

such is life.

If I daydream 

on a stroll, I find parts of a soul

that rekindles the wildlife.

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