Iceland

There are times where the water falls,
This fish float away, slowly in schools
What did they want? They wonder
As the legs of two slowly pull apart from another

The current could sweep them off their feet’s and carry them away,
But they just hold still
Watching silently looking forward to the disturbance and it’s departure

Words can be too much, as the expression goes,
A minute can feel like hours when every moment counts
And I can’t count the moments

We leave to come across openness,
But yet we crave the community we formed
And as we are left alone, wondering why this was ever what we wanted
We come to another close

Like a book with unwritten pages,
We turn the time just to find out there was always an ending
Just as joggers find the line that others may never cross,
It was just a matter of time

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