Once again
I dip into the flow
Feel the currents ripping past me
Carrying me along
And while I think I know where the flow is going
There is still fear in
Being dragged under
I have found the rocks too many times
Not yet worn away by the years
And perhaps not smoothed by them, either
Jagged edges and solid things
Have left me cut and bruised more than once
But I still go back in again

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