you step on the river
once and twice
you go to and fro it
like the pendulum of the clock
you wish that the waters shall stay
no they don't
you wish to trap the wind within your hands
inside your mouth
to keep things intact
no you can't
nothing stays
everything is in flux
to make things saner
we go with the flow
the rising and ebbing
of the rides of life
we must belong to a memory
to survive the hazards of constant departures
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