River
I walk though the tide.
The waves leave the sea.
I look down every river.
I find not one is me.
How do you expect me to choose?
How can I have only one try?
And if I pick one, will I lose
The rest of me? Will it die?
It’s so easy to go the wrong way.
All the past paths have failed me.
So I’ll wait in this ocean, I’ll stay.
In this swirling, dark sea.
I never wanted anything else anyway…
