Painted river 2

Not sure which I like better

Painted river somehow called blue.
An endless river life seems to flow through. 
Crystal clear waters that chill to the bone.
Where blue chooses to take you, is where you go.
Caught up in a moment; pulled in by the tide.
Swim against a current with no help in sight.

With in ripples reflection from over the years.
Treading in water composed of fallen tears.
Whirling in circles drown in a river of sorrow.
Must head to dry land for a better tomorrow.