the flow of life

like the water of a stream
time flows slowly by
taking with it all our dreams
our hopes of everything
slowly as the water churns
causing slight delays
pushing forward constantly
changing everything
rocks rise up to block our way
onimous to see
deciding which way to go around
affects our great course
grasses on the banks will grow
invading our stream
cutting deep into our souls
painful memories
yet on we go we cannot stop
others pushing forth
ahead the stream begins to branch
which way will you go
right or left it does not change
stream remains the same
different faces of one soul
all are from one source
some of these may meet again
others nevermore
all the same its still one stream
flowing forever
and when the stream exceeds its banks
time and time again
the stream no longer is the same
changed forevermore
we cannot look and see the stream
flowing through its course
as you cannot see a mountain
when atop its peak
what will we do what can we change
to return the stream
to the simple beauty is was
long before we came
simply flowing to its end
conquering nothing
never rising above its banks
where it has no place
this i wonder as it flows
to some greater end
lost in time among its flow
churning here and there
trapped amongst the jagged rocks
for my way is lost
just wanting to flow once more
to my greater end
to join all those who came before
a great ocean of souls