Life ticks along In the spray Some hear the thunder early on They weave their baskets, Eyes flitting to the top
Others scoff They turn their backs and look away How calm the river is This way, they say
For them, life defined By a single choice made A choice to stay Where the water has no sway
But some are tortured by the roar Questions, wants, or hope for more The only way to quell the ache Accepting risks to life and same Is up the fall’s face
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