if like was like a river,

I wonder how far it would flow,

Could drown within it daily,

Of my own helpless shows,

like tears to salty waters,

that end among the sea,

and found among the tears,

the same as you and me,

If life was like a river,

of tangles and toils so,

to grasp upon moss unpleasent,

Cant let go,

to uncomfortable in change,

only satisfied with unsatisfactory,

who salmon to swim upstream,

to plant there seed and die.

If life was like a river,

how tranquile it does seem,

till trapped among the current,

and forced just to be.