Whirlpool…

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Lost in a whirlpool am I,
Sometimes I surface,
As the white foam,
Substanceless, faceless
In the sunshine, I dry away.
Rest I rest at the bottom,
In form of the vortex,
That lies underneath,
Belying the truth,
Trapping the unwary.
Beware beware,
Always everywhere,
All that glitters is not gold,
Calm on the surface,
Hidden currents beneath.
Once you are caught,
Only death is your escape,
While alive it is a herculean task.
So what is it you are –
A carcass of blood and bones
Or a mighty warrior of past?

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