Falling Water

Falling Water

...is washing over me.

Whenever I tell the story
of who I think I am,
my first task is always
to dig into the past,
or gaze into the future
for the smart words
my ego would approve.

They sound like this:

I am from here,
by way of these people,
and grew up doing
what made me who I am.

And if I could divine
the future of my life,
I think I'll have it made,
because of all those things
I've faced until today.

But it no longer matters
if my words can persuade.
I know my life is only
falling water,
washing over me.

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 If you've heard this story before,
don't stop me,
because I'd like to hear it again.
~ Groucho Marx

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