River and Stone
Life is a river and I am a stone,
Doomed to wander where the water roams.
Sometimes through rapids and sometimes in calm,
The streambed may dry and leave me alone.
Life is a river and I am a stone,
Fate may take me to shores I have never known.
Swept away in a storm to never return,
Dried out and abandoned, a relic of stone.
Life is a river and I am a stone,
The same water that tossed me now shapes me a home.
A new body it gives me, one I call my own,
Life is the river and I am the stone.
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