A River Flows

-A River Flows-
by
Keaton Foster



A river flows
Where does it go
I dare not know
I've only ever been here
By this very shore
So desperately wanting more
I am like a stone
In its eternal home
Too heavy to move on my own
To burdened by weight defined
I am waiting to be picked up
By someone much stronger
Than I could ever hope to be
I am waiting to be thrown
Into a tidal wave of increasingly
More complicated unknowns
Once there, the turmoil of change
And the inconsistency of each wave
Will reduce me in many consequential ways
Time and all that it implies
Will not allow itself to be defied
Will I truly live or sadly will I die
Unclear with regard to both
But one thing that is for sure
Absolutely precise and clear
If I stay here, by this very shore
I will never really know
Anything more…



A River Flows
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.