Streaming thoughts like a river flows,
Never waiting always moving,
Steady and Flowing...ever sure of it's self.
Except in those few months between winter and spring,
When the snow starts to melt down the mountains,
S l o w l y at first,
...And then...
A
M A S S I V E
Downpour rushes upon...
The floodgates have opened,
The river clouds a muddy-murky hue,
Debris pulled within the excitement of the ravaging river.
However,
Carelessness in it's rush to the oceans opening mouth..
So eager, chaos is manifested throughout it's path,
Self-destructing.
Much like the mind, thought is the river,
Calm with moments of unfettered torrential strength,
That blinds and silences all in it's wake.
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i liked the metaphors. good job.
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