Red river, turn to black
Is there ever a way back?
Want to dive into the winter
Cold comfort at the inside gutter
Rivers from the heart, the soul
Daily tries to run afoul
Huddling, hiding from the demon
Ever hiding deeper under
Always left with more desire
No more left to irrigate
Straining at the locked chains
Chancing farther from the source
Flowing always farther down
The treadmill never gets too far
Like any circle it comes 'round
To rivers running once again
(c) Mike Dedek 2002
