Sadness is a river
We followed its course
Most times we floated in boats
Expertly handling the oars
In brighter banks we were calm
Almost putting our paddles down
We may sit still
We were moving, still
Small ripples only grow
Waves and waves of water flow
Along this river coursing
We dreamed of drowning
As we dream
We tightened our hold
And paddled and paddled.