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Against The Flow
I do not know who I am,
Or why I am here.
I do not know what to do,
Or where to go.
Just like the leaves,
I go anywhere I am blown.
Sometimes I just want to disappear,
But after struggling over the years,
There is one thing I know.
To be able to go against the flow,
I must become a tree.
© eddiE.ny