Grasping, grasping,
It falls away,
Freedom clutched in a fist,
Seeps out the sides like a wisp
Of wind, gone
As though never there,
Yet always still remaining.
Grasping
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Reflecting on deeper questions of life
Reflecting on deeper questions of life
Grasping, grasping,
It falls away,
Freedom clutched in a fist,
Seeps out the sides like a wisp
Of wind, gone
As though never there,
Yet always still remaining.
Soulful Thoughts 