Words are Knives

River

The world flows
A silent river
Throbbing through my veins
Filling me with the heartbeat of thousands.

I am drowning in it.
Sucked down by conformity,
Strangled by ideals.
There is no escape from this stream of people.
There is no 'exit here' sign on this hellish ride.

The people crush me.
Surround me,
Water in a overflowing dam
I cannot flee
I cannot leave.
But I make no impression,
Not yet.

My toes poke over the edge,
I stare into an infinite void.
A waterfall of emotions,
A whirlpool of pain.
Then I fall,
My body making a indention
In the water.

If only for a moment,
I have changed the water's course
I have made my imprint on this
Frozen, unfeeling rivulet.

Then the deluge of people,
The torrent of ideas,
Wipes my memory from minds
And tears from faces,
Picking up others and carrying them
With the flow of the world.