I'm going through some changes,
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Like a river over time.
Crooked are now what were straitways,
My depths unsublime.
I've come down this path way too far-
From boulders,stones,to pebbled rock-
Been pushed around and broken down
From what was solid stock.
Now I'm but a grain of sand
Washed up on twised beach.
The mountain top I used to be
Forever out of reach.