Flow


time
a simple stream flows by
lost in thoughts of its own
passing obsticles on its way
sometimes coming to a trickle
never knowing what lies ahead
changing form to fit the past
reshaping for its unseen path
then at times it cannot flow
comes to a hault and cannot go
trying desperatly to find its way
lost in swirling pools of confusion
sometimes leaping high above
gleaming in a joyous splash
or lying calm and undisturbed
never knowing the unforseen
no matter what it may go through
the stream is constant always flowing