Sometimes it doesn’t…

When it doesn’t fit in your grasp
and it doesn’t keep your hold.
When it doesn’t stay inside your reach,
and it doesn’t feel as whole.
When it doesn’t mind itself with you,
and abounds adrift and free.
Just let it go my friend,
how can you ever catch the breeze?



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