There is a river
That flows through me
Tearing at me
As i stand upon the banks
Trying to resist the strength of it
Drowning
Gasping
No air
No breath
No life
The world
blinks
In and out
Out and in
As the waters rage
Then...
I let go...
Let my body...
Fall...
And under the current
There is life
And under the life
There is wonder
I realize
I am swimming
When I'm not fighting
And the rainbow of colors
Inside myself is blinding
The river is not the villain
It is only the path toward destiny
And the beauty below:
The glistening of sunlight
Underneath the waves
Is pure
and free
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
There is a river
That flows through me
Tearing at me
As i stand upon the banks
Trying to resist the strength of it
Drowning
Gasping
No air
No breath
No life
The world
blinks
In and out
Out and in
As the waters rage
Then...
I let go...
Let my body...
Fall...
And under the current
There is life
And under the life
There is wonder
I realize
I am swimming
When I'm not fighting
And the rainbow of colors
Inside myself is blinding
The river is not the villain
It is only the path toward destiny
And the beauty below:
The glistening of sunlight
Underneath the waves
Is pure
and free
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