Authors note: I am prone to random thoughts most of the time and once in while they do make sense even if only to me. This poem is one of those random thoughts I don't know if it makes any sense to you at all please read and let me know ie review, review, rewiew...yeah you get the hint.


flows like a river.

It starts as a mere trickle,

Becomes a raging torrent,

then a meandering stream,

and finaly a turbulent sea,

alwas changing,

yet always the same.