Flow.<3

I really don't know.

My head keeps breaking the surface
Of this flow you keep telling me about
And you’re pushing my head down
And I’m gasping for breath
And you tell me it’s just a bit longer,
To wait for the sun to break up the particles
In the water, and that the black will become clear,
And all I can think is that I don’t want to wait
With bated breath under the pressure of a thousand
Lives and ideas and heartaches in my ears and on
My back, and how for once I want to taste the sun
Instead of the water’s interpretation of it, and how
It’s no fault of mine that you feel obliged to keep
Me down, when I should just rise up and be damned
If I’m the rock in the streambed -
You can eddy about all you want, but I want to breathe
My own breath in the mists of the mainstream,
Not count to twenty-fours in the murk of my future.
So excuse me for doing what I do worst
And thinking through this more than you do,
And let me go in a flow not your own
And be a rock in a stream you don’t know.

Reviews

[Kevin Mattingley]

I really like this. 'Water's interpretation of me'.......... wow! A really interesting and unusual choice of metaphor to express feelings......

Kevin x