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It's hard to see when the pot begins to boil,  

Steam rising thick, obscuring my reflection.  

That face staring back, a glimpse of another world,  

Where nothing’s as it seems, just opposites in motion.

The shell of our lives moves toward the light,  

Ignoring what's behind, just lessons we've learned.  

Roots of our existence dig deep in the soil,  

Like a tree reaching high, with strength from the past.

Waves crashing on the shore, then fading away,  

Yet they return with force, like dreams that won’t die.  

How do we solve this riddle in transient time?  

If we could see the future or erase what we've done.  

We are but human, caught in hope and despair,  

In the dance of life, just trying to understand.

 ©Rolando Matias