If I were not tied to a shore…
Would I choose to linger?
In near waters and known depths,
Filled with a familiar incense of time lost.
Would I choose to drift afar?
And catch a tide riding high
Gliding flamboyantly into a time to come.
Would I sink if I stayed
Under the carcass of a past?
Or vanish when I drift
Into the anonymity of a future?
I wish I knew.
When the winds turn rough
Would it be too late
To break away
Or return to the shore.
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