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As seasons change again

in comes the nadir of being

Joyless in the realm of fading days

Offering penance for pleasures of times past

Nothingness presents as the plight of its bearer

Fading away then it creeps back again

Swept up with the breeze

Listen for the tide and catch its crashing waves on the shore

Make haste yet go nowhere but into swirling depths

Much like the life you lead, float away carelessly in the wind

Cast yourself into its current. Let it carry you to your end

Masking true emotions of despair

a gimlet eyed stare through the tapestry of night

Buoyant you sway with the grain

as another jaded victim of circumstance.

and it's there one may realize the futility in contending

with an apparent predestined course laid out

The path of least resistence is the one to follow

falling limp admits submission to its flow

Though it's unpredictable what danger may await beyond

you throw caution to the wind yet again

on a passive voyage akin to death itself

We're not meant for this - at the mercy of the current

stripped of value and robbed of our will to flourish

For what is fate worth

if not for self determination?

to vie for control

is to defy passivity.

For in a torpid state of mind

one may acquiesce in letting go

Inept in our efforts

a last ditch attempt to swim upstream

a fool's errand made apparent

yet the desire outweighs the exertion

Then again who are we to go against the grain?

With the might of the stream, could it be feasible?