As I sat by a river so crooked and raw
Dreaming the dream no dreamer had saw
Of water so deep, not wet, not at all
But to flow to an end, and an end to a fall
And it lives again
To ponder, to reach, to discover The End
With dark water not clear, the message to send
With the same thought the same question, simply “when”?
I saw a shadow, it moved not again, a joke do not pretend
For fear it was you and not me
The rock it is large and it won’t go away you see
At least not at once its fate like a destiny
To have its surface chipped and washed to the sea
Never to be seen as each grain passed wearily
Drowned in its own appointed time
I turned to hear a noise I thought behind my mind
It couldn’t be here, for no one could find
It’s too dark its to empty only thing passes here is blind
For this water never relinquishes those not its kind
It simply pulls you in
It’s a hangman’s noose, it’s a thought we begin
A feeling so dark, not able to win
The fight against time the battle within
A shot to the head and then gone with the wind
You can’t carry what I’ve been relating
More rain will fall and the current instigating
Pressure and waves and things persuading
Digging up thoughts, churns of what’s hating
The cruelness of time, not anticipating
The thought of cold water over my head
The darkness at night jerks me from bed
Is it real, is it gone, was it you instead
That turned on the flow that started this dread
And washed from the shore the blood that it bled
As evidence goes away slow
It’s too hard to explain the things you don’t know
It’s a journey through time with no place to go
Except to that river, to jump in, to flow
Not one to paddle, swim, or to row
It’ll take you to the bottom
The hand to save and to say “I caught ’em”
Never was extended and nothing was brought him
This fight is a fight and deep fears I have fought ’em
The slip of the slope, that step is quite rotten
You just can’t take it back
Deep water, dark night, and deep thought, things you pack
Away in a mind that twists and churns; there is no map
To find your way home to discover the track
Of a once growing field that nothing it lacked
Because this mind is washed away
And this time the rain never stopped…
