What to think of a man
Who shifts at every breeze
Who rises
Just as high
As he falls.
And repeats.
Waves on a beach.
I liken him to the tide.
The kinetics of movement
Often more stimulating
Than the silence of stillness.
Oh, to be a lake.
Some claim you are stagnant.
Others knew your true nature.
That you were just waiting
For someone to appreciate the surface,
And have the curiosity
To see what’s underneath.
Written By: Virgenal Owens
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