Sound. I react to occurrences and their events like a moth to a flame,
Within my surroundings I am guaranteed nothing except for what I take away from each encounter.
The inner balance of my mind moves as fluently as a leaf bending from the force of the wind.
I am older in the current, but the tide I ride upon resembles birth as it rushes in and brushes shore,
and the sands of time it touches are vaguely familiar to my mental.
Memories cascade downward like the disorganized waters of a never-ending fall,
reminding me of where I’ve been and where I am now
Lessons learned make little sense, yet I am forced to acknowledge their relevance in my life .
I am ancient like an Egyptian artifact, composed like the perfect poem, rhythmic in flow, uncluttered and simple.
Behind what is physical lies a spirit that only a few are allowed to see.
I am depth without being deep, warm as a lazy summer’s day, quiet in approach, and fearless when I leap.
My soul reaches for that which cannot be held, and my heart desires somethings that must not be.
In looking ahead I am always compelled to look back
Longing to possess what is beautiful and near close to exact
Some call me a dreamer, distant from reality
But I’m the air we breath, as necessary as the sea…
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