Hold that thought,
whatever it is,
and before long
it will hold you.
At first, like an opinion,
its trickle will hold you up,
buoy you, carry you.
Like a belief,
it will give you a stream of comfort,
even a pool of sanctuary.
But then, eventually,
like an eddy,
it will hold you back,
hinder your growth,
keep you from expanding
into new thought,
fresh definitions,
ever more creative ways
of being in the world.
Its comfort will turn to constraint,
its utility to uselessness,
its pooling into a prison.
For your modus operandi,
like a river’s current,
is always in sweet flow,
always taking you in tow.
As is the journey of all flesh,
and even in this moment,
you are becoming something
more than you were,
but less than you will be
upon arriving at the great sea.
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