Flow - A Poem

[jazzy_dave]

As I stand on the precipice
Of what lies all behind me
And what may lie ahead
I circumflect on what might have been
And what will ever be?
When curveballs throw you
Of the route, you have taken
And cursed indignities that block
And frustrates the road,
Then you might as well go
With the flow and bend
Of the river that meanders
Through the valleys of your mind.
For as you always try to grow
Sometimes it is best to let go
And ride the storms that flow.