Flow,
flow,
Flow like the water,
Follow the current,
worry not where the river ends
not where it began.
The waves are not kind to the poor raft
No sails survived the countless storms.
Flow,
Flow,
That's how you've found,
The waves are cruel to those who tried.
The freedom by the small paddle
is short-lived,
you cannot escape the tide.
Flow,
Flow,
Waiver on the current
You cannot escape.
Oh, watch in despair,
as others flew soaring high,
as others built a ship steering away.
Flow,
flow,
That is the rule of life.
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THE ART OF Giving up
Poetrygiving up does not always mean falling down, remaining on the ground. Sometimes it is standing up and walking forward.
