Synchronized

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The past is a river
that winds in one direction,
dams are built if you stop the current.

Evenutally it spawns a new flow
leaving the hurt as silt
and the rage with the bedrock.
If life steers you midstream,
away, and far from the pacific
like a bottle floating
in the vast open sea,
waiting for your scroll to unopen,
your purpose yet to be fullfilled...

Remember,

lifes' tide will harness you close
and sway you gently to land...
no matter how turbulent its waters.
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