7th January, 2023
The Sinking Stone
Once, alone, steadfast
And without
I walked, silently,
to the edge of the stream.
Moments later, my life gone by
in increments, unnoticed
I stood there, still
casually pondering my existence.
Should I be the rock
or the water, flowing
or would I remain, forever
on the ledge of my dream?
It is not easy to jump
Without falling.
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