I sit by this river of dreams
Memories flowing freely from my toes
As I dip my blistered feet into its brisk waters
I feel wishes, whispers, and prayers
Lapping at my ankles with the whitewater flow
Withdrawn from the world
Within it

I cast my line into this river of hopes
Searching for a glimpse of that something familiar
That something friendly, that long-lost face, that distant memory
I sit and watch the day slip away
As the gentle waters roll playfully by

If you come searching for me
You'll find naught here but footprints in the sand
But I am here, I am there
You'll find me within you, without you
You'll find me floating
Down this river of dreams