for existence is fleeting it fades into the mist
with a brief wave from fate our lives are dismissed
don’t long for what could have been
keep flowing like the river flow flow flow
go go go on your merry way
through green forests over logs, around mossy boulders
cutting through deep forests where the deer drink from you
the forest is home to many dreams and a secret life that no one knows of leaves leaving the branches to which they will never return
like dreams discarded by the aging dreamer down on his luck
the trees would like a word with you
can the sky be so blue it’s sad?
the birds cheerful songs are not the soundtrack of my life
I always felt it was safe to tell my secrets to the stars
dark now - make a fire, conjure up spirits
have an independent spirit but know
there will be hardships and sacrifices to be made
be like a mountain and stand tall even in the worst of times
under the mountains there is sometimes silver and gold
but under the night sky, there is hunger and cold so I am told
our fate is written in the sand that no ocean tides can alter with its waves
remember that wisdom doesn’t float in with the morning tide
this path shall take me where my fate wills
the universe moves in mysterious ways
with unsure nights and uncertain days
