I'm the River

They compare me to liquid water,

I move fluidly across the line.

I'm never deeply rooted

like wooden bark or pine.

Always gallivanting,

never fenced in place.

I'm rushing with the current,

because I hunger for the chase.

Loathing chains and shackles,

they are not my dearest friends.

Distances are farther if your soul

ripples against river bends.

Above the high tides falling,

I simper at hurricanes.

I'm flowing underneath bridges,

evasive towards festering pains.

I'm the river.

My song flies upon loosened streams.

I take pleasure simply living tasseled dreams.