The Open Lake By Sam Tumblin

The Open Lake

Connecting to oneself is often hard,
As life demands conformity’s guise.
Too many dreams are left in shards,
Beneath the weight of compromise.

If only we could be an open lake,
Reflecting skies both vast and free,
Drifting gently in the wake
Of breezes wandering aimlessly.

To live this way, with heart untied,
Unburdened by the need to prove,
Perhaps one day we’ll look inside
And find the truth we’ve sought to move.

Until that day, through storm and climb,
When peace and purpose are aligned,
The greatest task through space and time
Is learning how to tame the mind.

June 2026
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