On A Boat I Drift Idly

On a boat, I drift, idly
This way and that, backwards and
Forwards. The current bears me
where it will. I paddle rarely.

As the current bears me, so
can I bear it. Not aimlessly,
But also not purposefully.
That control which I have,
Is slight. A ripple here and there
Will invariable diffuse into nothing.
Don’t make waves; it is an impossibility.

Make the best of what you have.
Feeling powerful is overrated.
So to, though, is feeling powerless,
Despite it all.

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In the Central Tower, Watching.

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