On my way home I stopped by the river
Thought I'd catch some wisdom floating down stream
A peace of mind
Its direction of flow was understood and not up for discussion
I spoke loud and clear to its murky complexion
Wondering if my words penetrated its unstable surface
Curiously judging its depths
Then it dawned on me
This rush of high quality H2O was a sign of hope
Making its way around bends and turns
Highs and lows
In search of its final destination
I likened it to life
A psychological journal of entries based with emotion
Seasonded with experiences
Watered down with excuses
Night then day
Just as sure as morning comes
I'm reminded that the future is inevitable
Delicate, fragile, and should be handled with care
My destiny awaits
No favorites
It's fair
As it's rebellious currents influenced by climate crash into the banks which stand on guard
The river spoke loud in clear
Swift and sincere
Keep on living
Your direction is not up for discussion.
