A quiet flowing river,
Cold and warm all at the same time,
Brings music to my ears, singing a song each person interprets as their own.
Sad and melancholy yet sweet and optimistic,
It is its own friend among the wilderness.
It follows a path of its own, traveling wherever life takes it.
I watch in silent solitude,
An open book to those who can read between the lines,
My heart and soul, something that has a different meaning to every person I encounter.
My eyes tell my own story; I’ve had my own sorrows and joys.
I glide down the halls in my own world, separated from those around me.
Only a ripple among this sea of people, floating wherever life carries me.
