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sink, swim or make do

Moving water

Drowns the man
Who stands still
We are not
Here 
For mediocrity
We are not here
To make do
I don't pretend 
To know
What we are here
For
But pretence 
Of a life
Is a cardinal 
Sin
And doing what 
We do
Because 
Other people do
Because 
It's what other people
Have done
Because
Other people expect
Because 
The walls
Close in
Is no excuse 
We learn 
To tread water
When we learn
To swim
So that we bob
Above 
The unpredictable 
Waves
And we have 
Armbands
And stabilisers
To protect
Our way
So why
Once we grow
Into the thing 
We call our skin
Do we bloat
Why do we forget
What we are
The minute
We start
To realise 
What we have
Why do we 
Lose the fight
At the exact moment 
We have learnt
To see
The waves
In our lives
Are the moon
Reminding us
Of the water
That we 
Must surf
If ever 
We are
To do anything
Other
Than simply
Survive 
 
 

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