The Ripples of My Renaissance

I skip a stone across the pond of my preponderous past,
Each ripple representing a period of my life.
I lose myself in their vibrant vicissitudes,
Juxtaposed with joy and remorse.
I celebrate the many jubilations, but expiate for the errors of my existence!
The balance scale vacillates, teetering with my sanity!
Will it be lost in the nadirs of my past, or will I extol emulated experiences?
What does my future hold?
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I contemplate life
The hills and dales traversed
I revel and cry