The river flows deeply and meets with the stream
The stream that was my life
The river I had followed for days on end
to try to move on with my life
without ever so much getting a glance at where I used to be myself
and no one would care.
The river and the stream were so different,
that I could see it with my eyes shut,
The soft silent stream
or the fast noisy river
true they are both water
but the river tries it's best to find the sea,
whereas my stream tries to find me,
and follows me wherever I go when I'm home,
I can feel the two and know the difference too
The cold frozen river, which comes from the dark side of the earth
or the warm stream, which the suns rays bake every morning without fail
The river is an acquaintance,
the Stream my friend
and once I lay eyes on my stream
my heart skips a beat,
and then run twice as fast
I try to match the pace of my heart with my feet,
so that I can get the momentum to.....
jump in
and at last
I am free
