i am in some kind of vast river
sometimes floating serenely downstream
now turning a corner
and faced with crazy rapids
that threaten to engulf me
i get caught between rocks
in eddies and nooks
and must wait patiently
for freedom to come
as if by itself
my struggle makes it worse
and my acceptance makes it easier
but still nothing changes it
it started when i arrived
and i expect this river
to carry me all the way
to the ocean
from the spring of birth
to the ocean of death
always navigating the river

oh! mysterious intelligence
that brought me here
what do you want from me?

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