The never-ending river,

Flowing fast and free and wild.

It's no use to try to stop it,

For it won't, not for anyone.

Once, I tried to hold it back,

To keep it from my castle,

But I soon learned,

This river knows no manners.

I've tried and tried to teach it

What is right,

And what is wrong.

But every time I think it learns,

It simply keeps on going.

Because that is a river,

That's what it does,

It just keeps on going,


A/N: I was feeling weird. I don't expect any compliments. And I've decided that even if my poetry is terrible, I still like to write poetry. (I never really enjoyed writing it before.)