The Product of Bordem

[kelladdagh]

Nothing much going on at work today so I picked up a pen and just wrote. And it's actually kind of depressing. I guess this is how I feel about life:

Stream flowing freely
Water rushing over rocks
Directing the flow
Funneling, diverting, betraying
The water
That thought it was free
Had control, had no destiny
But to be.
And flow, swerve, bend
It went,
Avoiding the banks,
Bubbling beyond the bridges--
Man's feat of avoidance--
Freedom to ignore freedom
Or its perception, deception.
Psychologically turning, veering
From the un-free.
Trying to distract
Ourselves from the truth:
We are the water.