Towards A Waterfall

I am caught in the current of a culture;
moving at its speed,
I sense no pull,
no motion.

But when I am still and silent,
in quiet morning hours,
it’s as if I see the shoreline, wizzing by,
and realize our speed.

I’m afraid that we speed headlong
towards a waterfall,

and even when I swim with all my strength,
there seems to be no escape.

waterfall

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