A poem that shouldn't be here

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The currents, they gush
Endlessly they pour
Towards the ocean
In a bigger world
They left me behind
In this tiny pond
Where it all began.
Go! Rush ahead
Forget bout me
I'll follow my pace!
One day in the vast ocean
Will we be able to meet?
Will our paths cross once again
Or will you be further ahead
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
I will be nothing
Smaller than the fishes
Swimming in the wider world
You'll probably meet a better one
But who cares bout that
I'm nothin but a fish
But I'll make a ripple
Larger than the waves
See the sun as it sets?
An end and a beginning
Time never stops
Ceaselessly it rushed
But I will never be crushed!

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