The tranquil milieu of the river
Silences my overwhelmed thoughts.
I'm taken away by it's beauty,
My heart has been tied into knots.
Although I could think of my river everytime I am stressed.
It isn't the same as feeling the flow of the depressed.
It's not easy to escape it all.
The wars both mental and physical.
It sometimes seems as if the way of their battles are more than just criminal.
I know I always used to question all things existential.
But I'd rather waste my time believing and being influential.
I've wasted more time questioning than I actually have been doing.
But really I thought of all this from the river I was viewing.
