This river runs
Too rapidly
For me
Although I envy her
Her peace
The lull
In the madness,
Which comes
Always at
A very high price
I ache to be
Where she has
Laid anchor
Those soft
And muddy
Eddies
Where the water
Spins so slowly,
And sings song
That lull you
To sleep,
Though I know
She is not meant
For such places,
She is an adventurous
Sailor with a noble
Destination
Her vision
Always
Cast ahead
To the uncharted
Places,
At peace
In this eddy
She is like a prisoner
In a jail cell,
Holding her breath
Until someone
Unlocks the door
And she can leap
Back out
To take her chances
Even with the sharks
That swim this far
Upstream,
Hating her inactivity
Rather than
The pointless
Existence where
The hum of mosquito
Serves as
The siren’s song.
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