a_distant_memory

the replay of a distant memory the vision of a fading dream

time will always tell water flows downstream

the leaf drifts with the current, not knowing where, how, or why

the man stands ashore, bound by the sight of his eyes

the swan sees the river, looking down from the skies

why it starts, how it flows, where it meets the sea and dies

when dawn breaks, the morning wakes, the sun rises, and it becomes day

clouds are born with a thirst to cry, gliding upwind to rain once more

water flows, rises, and pours, and time will always tell

the replay of a distant memory the vision of a fading dream