Past keeps passing
You don’t get to stay behind
You are not
a rock in the middle of a stream
You are the leaf rushing past it
willy-nilly
without choice or volition
snatching and grabbing
and losing your grip
It doesn’t have to be this way
Let go and drift
You will end up in the same place
By Ursula Anderson
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