Stagnant

Stagnant

Like a river sleeping

Beyond the hills

No emotion, no passion

No excitement or thrills

Laying peacefully minding its

Own repetitious business

No beginning to the ending

Until one night the wind blew

In the east direction

Just a little past 2:00

Stopped dead in its tracks

A taste of new life, a feeling of fresh air

Felt a new sense of self

A new sense of peace

Until something happened

That scratched against the exoskeleton

Now stagnant waters relinquish

Away from tumultuous tides

Beyond the mountains, beyond the hills

With no excitement, no passion

No emotion or thrills

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