I am a river dreamer
Sitting on a bed of green streamers
Watching your life pass by like theatre
I wonder often how a mind reader
Fits into a world of mindless eagers
Who rip apart my worlds' bird feeders
To fill their minds with empty pleaders
And ignore the white washed cedars
I choose not to be the type of leader
Who ignores the helpless bleeders
And walks away from themselves
For meters