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Everytime
Following along
a cold river,
wandering
with a purpose.
I make my way
downstream
sometimes
catching my reflection
in the water,
but I always lose it in the ripples.
More often than not
time escapes me.
A leaf or twig
floats by
uncaring and content,
weightless
chasing nothing.
Time still out of reach
as if at the tops of the trees,
but they only care
about the leaves
and twigs.
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