How much do you keep? How much do you let go. At some point the artistic impression merges with the past. Do you keep the expression of what was once the creative moment or do you give up that framed window that now invokes a waterfall? What do you hold on to and why? What do you let go and why? This strange quandary perplexes me to more intellectual confusion. Can you have freedom within a new sanctuary and still bind to the anchor self-expression?
If my life is a boat and
I don't learn to sail
then I'll never see the world.
If I'm afraid to fail,
and to scared to cry
how will I see the sun and beyond?
I'll never get a chance to see the things,
I ought to,
as the sun sets down on my feet.
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