Like a stream flowing under a bridge
I walk through life in one direction



Often it is just a trickle
With a calm that will lull you to sleep



Then there are times it turns into a roaring rapid
With a turbulence that will disrupt your dreams



Sometimes it becomes a waterfall
Turning its water into a mystic spray
In the fall washing the bad times away



Ultimately I cannot change a coarse that is true
So I watch it flow towards the ocean
Through a distorted view