Streaming’s just another word for nothing left to lose
‘cos once you’ve done some streaming life becomes a cruise.
It’s very easy really, just listen to a stream
and let the ripples guide you into a new life dream.
So sit down on a bank somewhere and listen to the brook,
then see if you can find the path that each ripple took.
‘Cos life is like those ripples; it fades before your eyes.
We really can’t hold onto them – though everybody tries.
I hope I get there someday; to where I just don’t care
where every ripple went to – ‘cos then I think I’m there.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
This entry was posted in Life, Mental Health. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s