Ripple

As William Faulkner put it in his Requiem for a Nun: “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”

The present always comes,

But it never arrives free.

It arrives each day wrapped

In the chains of our past.

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It is always past decisions

That presents our choices of today.

And all those decisions

Was not all made by us.

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Parents, friends, loved ones

Hated ones, and unknown ones.

All have made choices

That forced us to choose.

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Who our Mothers decided to mate

Brought us into our very being.

How many years did others

Decide where and how we would live?

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Their decisions brought our realities

Into their existence

Even more so

Then we ourselves.

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Now that we walk apart

From our parents

Do not think for a second

That we are not bound to them.

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It was through their ways

That we came into our ways.

It was their idea that

Led us to our ideas.

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It takes more than a

Ripple On the surface

To affect the sediment

On the bottom of the lake.

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