Out of a weeping forest a mysterious river flows.
It carries all the souls who lost their way and
have found no place to go.
The river travels very far into the womb of sea.
There the souls met others who came this way to be.
They gather round in floating fright wondering if it
is day or night.
They ponder their predicament and find no answer
to make things right.
The forest where they lost their way weeps for
them every day.
The river gently rushes through collecting those
who must pay their dues.
The ocean's womb is a forever thing that is
the tradegy, that is the sting.
One way in and no way out...
forever doomed to eternal doubt.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
Out of a weeping forest a mysterious river flows.
It carries all the souls who lost their way and
have found no place to go.
The river travels very far into the womb of sea.
There the souls met others who came this way to be.
They gather round in floating fright wondering if it
is day or night.
They ponder their predicament and find no answer
to make things right.
The forest where they lost their way weeps for
them every day.
The river gently rushes through collecting those
who must pay their dues.
The ocean's womb is a forever thing that is
the tradegy, that is the sting.
One way in and no way out...
forever doomed to eternal doubt.
This is possible angst for some KMCOLBY@2010