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Floating in the river, watching the stream go by, knowing your going to the end, and never knowing why.

Swimming this way and that trying with all your might, no change really ever happens, against the rivers might.

The river keeps on flowing, and this time, you swim back, urging against the surging, and still nowhere but where the river goes do you move.

The banks are far from sight, not that the current would let one pass, flowing with the river, knowing it can’t last.

The river ends in falls, it ends in rocky ground.

and one day this river will leave you off in space, freeing you to fall, and dash against the rocks, fast or slow, quick or long, the ends the same and still the river goes on.

Gone now are you, likely never known, and the rivers song keeps playing, sung by no one and everyone, for ever and never, the river flows along.

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  1. #1 by Joshua on June 22, 2011 - 6:12 PM

    The Bjorn says pretty wordies.

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