How does a human live?

Does life end the same way it begins?

Violently and suddenly.

What about the middle?

Do we dictate our own nature?

Some learn to swim while others drown.

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I like to think I live like a dragon.

Majestic and a fighter.

Long lived and intelligent.

Full of the fire of life to the extreme.

Protective of interests and ideals.

Rare and respected.

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I fear though that I might live like a crane fly.

Weak and fragile.

Going with the blow of the wind.

Short lived and limited.

Getting stuck at the smallest obstacle and failing to find the window out.

Fated to waste away with no way to recover.

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Am I the dragon or the crane fly?

I lay somewhere in the middle,

And it varies day to day or hour to hour.

I can wake as a crane fly,

And morph to a dragon overnight.

At the end of the day I simply live as a human.