I saw a leaf today,
It's journey parallels mine.
Floating slowly down a river,
We're all leaves on the river of time.
Drifting along the waters,
Touching other leaves as we go.
Our movements never certain,
Often drifting to and fro.
Sometimes we're in the currents,
forced on what path to take.
Other times we're drifting free,
on paths our own to make.
No matter how free we think we are,
our lives aren't always our own choosing.
But when we are, the choices we make,
Can decide between winning and losing.
I look up to see the leaf,
as I pause to write.
But the leaf is like my future,
Completely gone...from my sight.
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