*Love is the river that we're all emerged in.
We must embrace it for what it's worth if we ever hope to win.*
Going against the tide causes a lot of frustration
While standing still only furthers contemplation.
Whatever your muse, only you choose to do what you do,
and as your eyes gaze upon that big beautiful blue
you must ask yourself what's best for you.
For in this time when we are carried by the grandest emotion,
you see that the river expands, into an ever-growing ocean.
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC
*Love is the river that we're all emerged in.
We must embrace it for what it's worth if we ever hope to win.*
Going against the tide causes a lot of frustration
While standing still only furthers contemplation.
Whatever your muse, only you choose to do what you do,
and as your eyes gaze upon that big beautiful blue
you must ask yourself what's best for you.
For in this time when we are carried by the grandest emotion,
you see that the river expands, into an ever-growing ocean.
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