It used to be a long narrow stream
Flowing with endless joy…
Then
It used to be a wide and fast paced river
Flowing in full force and charged energy
And then…
It came to an opening
With much a little flows
Parting out to an ocean so enormous
I am just a little pebble…
Where shall I be?
Which way shall I seek?
I am puzzled
I am confused
But…it used to be…
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