The River and the Stream

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