There’s a river far away
As water crashes on rock, I hear it call my name
I hope to throw another stone in the current someday
Memory will serve until that day
The river always taught me never go back in time
Still, I wonder if the same waters flowed through twice
I hope to hear it talk someday, just to tell me how-to run-in place
When I shut my eyes the river nears, just right then it disappears
I want to apologize for the wasted years
Forgiveness won’t be wasted here
Ambition and pride it took me far and wide
Now I scream for the simplicity the waters brought before I die
There’s a river, where I used to play
Now that river is far away
I left in search of a better place
If only I had known to keep my pace
About the Creator
William Boomer
Just writing stuff down I guess.


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