Going with the flow,
like a leaf on a quiet stream,
no map resting in my hands,
no need to chase a dream.
No destination in mind,
no finish line to chase,
I walk at peace with passing time,
moving at my own pace.
If storms arrive, I let them pass,
if calm, I let it stay,
I trust the turning of the tide
to guide me on my way.
Ization 
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