My mind runs like the river,
Slowly interrupted with its minor turns, Steady my mind stands with the rush, Yet crumbles in the motionless flow. For my brain and heart are infected, I can see no light or darkness, I rest here in this happy medium, Not fully aware of my final destination, But dreaming of the possible outcomes. Could I travel back to the time of childhood soccer or chasing calves? Running around covered in life's natural dirt, With no worries of cut knees and stinging grazes, Life's wanderlust. Although this river still flows, I am infected with the life of a grown-up, Once a carefree ten year old with a crush for the first time, Now following life's river without a life vest. I am my own personal floating device, Standing alone in this vessel, My strength comes from the rain, 365, around it falls.
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