The River

Waking up and searching…

…the clutter in my mind…

No closer to a decision…
…nothing visible to find…

It's hard to say for certain…
…when you do not understand…
The future ain't the present…

…not a game for you to shelve…

As for me, I've found the pieces…
…to deconstruct the madness in my mind…

…To put my feelings where they ought to be…
…in the bottom of my heart…
Yet still I lay here wondering what it is right now I want…
…Must I let my emotions take control here…
…or must my thoughts stomp the dreaming out?

I've been waking up and finding…
…my clutter dissipating every day…
…my mind is more efficient, able to make it through in its own way…
It's hard to say for certain, when you do not understand…
…that the future is not the present, just a gift fate to you…

Right now I see a river…
…well past where I am and where I've been…
…it flows freely well ahead me, sure to bend when I don't expect…

Finally, I can accept a life beyond what I can see…

…the rest of what will happen can only be determined by what I allow myself to be…

My clutter has been washed away…
…caught a jet stream years ago…

Yet sometimes I find myself back here, at the scene of the moment I can't let go…
…We all move forward from what we thought was so important in the past…

…but I know along the river, there's a spot where those visions will always last…

My river is more than a figment, or a dream, that's in my soul…
…It's place within myself where my being becomes whole…