What will I do? I am like a shallow broad river pulsing through the open wood. For me the world is full of low dry paths waiting to be filled and followed. Will I ever choose my course And run strong like I know I can?
Things aren’t right the way they are now, I am diluted, polluted, intruded. But to be dammed to take one way Would be just as wrong, restricting, prohibiting, and boring.
Which is the way what works? Will I ever find my midstream? I would like to be the mighty Mississippi, With runoffs, tributaries, and lakes.
This poem is writen by me about me. It sums up who I think I am. As to why I have a live journal, well, life seems far too complicated and it frustrates me alot. I feel like I have to spill to someone and noone is as fitting a listener as you. So please, leave comments for me, tell me how you feel about my life and offer me sage advise. I will try to read the journals of everyone who leaves me a comment.