The Flow

this poem is about being lost in life not knowing whether you should go with the flow

I have no plans, no new ways to escape, I figured if I go with the flow perhaps I'll end up in a stream.

Perhaps the stream will lead me to a lake where the birds sing and skies open wide for the sun's rays to reach.

If I go with the flow of air I could twist and turn and become a tornado, a swirling wind of

destruction or I might become a hurricane that can only survive with the help of the ocean but I'd

still destroy everything in my path.

If I go with the flow of the earth will I forever circulate its surface or will I reach its core and burn.