A raindrop falling on a hill
Is much alike to me;
It goes from running in a rill
To swimming in the sea.
And I’ve exchanged a narrow place,
Constricted on both sides,
For one containing so much space
It turns the mighty tides.
Despite my newfound freedom, though,
I miss what’s left behind,
And everywhere my currents flow
Reminds me of my mind –
As if I had more wherewithal
When I was tethered, locked-in, small.
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