the brook, like time, flows constant
seeming to always move forward
polishing and molding the stones
listening closely, I hear it speak to me

not long ago we walked along i'ts path
a lazy and serene stroll, hand in hand
talking bout our dreams, full of passions
as the sun warmed our sensual hearts

as it carved out i'ts own path, so did you
your flow it seems is constant,without me
you have molded your life beyond us
polishing the stones to your liking

the brook, like time, is constant
seeming to always move forward
but sometimes it gets diverted
and ends up in an empty sea