The Rivers of the Subconscious
Posted in feebility
Summer ends at dawn
Water trickles down the Earth
Rivers formed from thought
The rivers run deep
Gushing with undercurrents
Carving thought canyons
Water cuts through soil
Washing thoughts and emotions
Confusion sets in
Rocks turn to rubble
Imagination runs wild
New rivers are born
The mind embraces
Rivers open out to sea
To slumber is bliss
