Streams

Afloat upon a gentle stream,
We travel slowly, as if in dream.
But when the water turns too rough
To float along is not enough.

We must choose right now to fight,
To keep ourselves intact, upright,
To swim and kick and strive
To stay, heads up, alive.

Or perhaps, choose self-slaughter
Succumb to the crashing white water.
And float again instead
Because, too bad, we’re dead.

(Inspired by https://mstdn.io/@EdwardTorvalds )

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