If I were the wandering breeze,
Tamed only by my spirit,
If I were the rebellious stream,
Controlled only by my fancies,
How would I proceed?
Would I let trees and boulders curtail me once in a while?
Or would I be careful around these?
Would I be impulsive or would I plan my journey?
Would I ever slow down or change my course?
The anticipation of the journey is more complex than the journey itself!
But, then again, how would I tread these pastures of life?
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