Mine is low
Mine is bow ,
For I do not know .
I am a prodigal son ,
But my Father is great ,
He can mitigate , desires ,
And the Nature -bound Fate .
My Ego's I ,
Never fly ,
And make me fool like Lear ,
But I ,
Must cry ,
And the bond I sign ,
To be joyous and fine ,
As my burden , He bears .
A pond , stagnant ,
Needs connection ,
To a river for its flow ,
So that to vast ocean ,
Easily go it can ,
And finds its transparent glow .
Life adds life ,and dimension it sets ,
And enhances , if links to a Great .
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