A gentle drizzle is coming down.
A barage hits your eyes,
Should you dare to look up.
Liquid runs toward the lower times.
This stream of blood trickles through your mind,
Don't fall in if you choose to walk along the banks.
The red brook will clutch at your ankles,
Hold you down with intent to suffocate,
And take your life away.
Reminscing on the edge of land,
There's no reflection in these fluid veins.
Only seeing what you could have been,
The dreams that escaped your grasp.
When the river flows,
You'll remember all you ever wanted to be.

back the the highway that never ends