Should we really even bother.
Or should the glee of speed hold us close to the edge of experience.
Tipping over the lead of feeling. Of loving. Of hoping
Some lives fall soft upon the shore.
And some crash upon the reefs.
Some meld into the whole and some stand tall to bring awe or destruction.
Which are we. Which are you.
Each of us brining change small or large
through erosion and shaping or through dramatic floods of emotion.
Some come and go leaving only foam upon the sand,
but some, some bring great tides of change. (by Brandi Pratt)
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