Restless River

Restless river of the heart, ever flowing, ever dark. Moving well without will. Never stopping never still. In this state of memory, we wait. In this cage of melody, we wait. Line after line, we hesitate. Dream after dream, re-awake. There's a reason for the river to change its course, to be dissolved and absorbed in its source. Like the unignited Fire awaits its fuel, so does death wait for you.