Raging River

Words don't have meaning in this place

This river made so long ago

Sticks get stuck

It all piles up

Debris builds much faster than stone

But the water still knows

It finds ways to flow

It carries on to the unknown

The rage of the river moves on

And finds a new home

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Or would that be too much of a bore?

There's no chaos to focus on

Reminders to be strong

Monotony can feel like a chore

So when you tell me

To hold onto hope

Always a little bit more

I know it's the rage of the river you want

Not the calm of the shore

Darling, I want the shore