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Shakespeare said, "Life is but a stage." Another may claim, "Life is but a cage." I say: Life is like an endless ocean, Ever shifting, rolling to and fro. Or as the limitless sky, Constantly changing, the canvas of nature. One minute, both peaceful, The next, ravaged by storms. Vibrant and alive, Then dark and foreboding. And after the storms, We find ourselves... Drifting. © Ken Burwood, 2007-03-06 |