The river runs strong and deep
I’ve spoken of it, many times
And I still forget.
-do not crush yourself young one, for forgetting, you have remembered, now, and in the crushing, well young one… In the crushing you forget again-
But, I don’t know how, I say.
And my head drops, in sorrow and longing.
-it’s ok young one, it’s ok, you are loved, you are loved, even when you forget, especially when you forget, you are loved-
And right about then, I drop into myself,
Into the river, again, deep and cool and unpolluted.
I am the river and I float on with those I love and those I hate
And I see, as I look into the others eyes, myself
And because the idea is to drown, I swim, gently, with the river
To meet them.