What's current is a stream Of tears. As the water falls so do the years. The trickling time plays tricks. That it never played when we were kids. Money was useless on the river banks. The **** water was rich in memories. When we were water babies.
When the skies filled with tears we would wash away our fears. Running in the rain we were only running from our pain. We forgot about the ifs and maybes. We were water babies.
All the waves and the smiles. They were ****** into viols. We had to spare them for the weekends "you're now a school child" We once. Were water babies
So the tide raged on and so did our teenage hormones. For 'the thirst' can i get some... Water, Baby.
Just an analogy of life and how we lost the plot when we decided to "grow up"... The structure of the poem is testament to the fact that life gets shorter (the stanzas decrease in length as the poem progresses). The aquatic theme is borrowed from someone I deeply care about, she who is as pure as water itself. Okay okay enough explaining. Bleh :')
I'll let you figure out the rest for yourself. Enjoy