The stones in the river do not move for ages
but water never stops flowing over them like time
though never the same water, always the same river
the same turbulent eddies in a life ever flowing
are those boulders, that truly design the flow,
the problems in the river of my life?
Or am I the boulder and time the waters?
Is the boulder truth and the water that hides it
disguising lies masking it in churning filth and dirt
so that we call the water River
even though its lies are so ephemeral
About Me
- Inflamed Appendix
- I am a chipper young man from St. Paul MN. I like people, like to meet people, serve people, write about people, teach people and learn from people.
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