The River

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Contributor: Blake Garlock

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It doesn’t care
I throw pebbles and boulders
But no matter what
It flows on hastily

The dreams of others flow past
Struggling for air
It’s path leads only down
Towards an inevitable end

I could get in
And see where it takes me
Or observe from the edge
And be merely forgotten

The edge is my safe net
Dry and calm, there is no risk
But the river calls to me
So I step closer

Is the risk worth the reward?
Or will I leave the best behind?
But the longer I wait
The more I regret

Whichever I decide
The direction won’t alter
So I step in
But I’m pulled under

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I am a current college student and emerging writer. I enjoy the outdoors and writing.


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