I swim through life’s winding lanes
sometimes upstream others
never knowing if the next wave
will swamp or lift
to crest and seek another which
carry further along.
How far would you go?
Each time I think I’ve reached my own
the destination changes and
off we swim again
Logic dictates, that eventually
all roads lead to home.
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