My heart sways
looking at the river.
Current, depth, hot and cold,
all hold the sway.
It's not like beautiful words.
I've seen the world,
They don't fit in.
Like myself and the girl
flow but hit rocks,
crash on the beach
like the accident.
The one that left scars,
the one that made life slow.
Driving without thinking,
of what could be,
and where the current is going.
