Updated: Nov 25, 2019

I started and ended as a drop.

Hurtling towards the earth, I knew not where I would land.

Slipping down mountains, drying on ground, drank or flushed, I couldn't predict what wonders awaited.

Thrown into oblivion, I lost myself amongst masses of my kin.

The many become one, the one made of many.

And then, like a phoenix I rose, more steam than fire, ascending to the heavens to start anew.

For that is our destiny, us many, us one: to live out this cycle till the end of time.

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