Dried out stream
About the surface and around the stream,
I chose to walk
and I chose to dream.
I ran my life out,
and now I scream,
for there's nothing left,
but a dried out stream.
posted by Penguin @ 6:27 PM
3 Thoughts
Thursday, April 24, 2014
I chose to walk
and I chose to dream.
I ran my life out,
and now I scream,
for there's nothing left,
but a dried out stream.
3 Comments:
The stream may have dried out but it took on another form and path to get to its dream. Whether to the big body of water or wanting to be a cloud and stare down at the other streams. It's all about perspective. You know? Perhaps one wasnt meant to be a stream and they think they are done. But never realize that they change from a single drop, into something greater.
also thanks
Yea. I can be poetic too at times when the situation calls for it. Even tho you could have just been talking about a dried out water source lol. But hey that's poetry at its finest.
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