The River

The river so still that it does not flow
It's waves stand alone and do not go
Anywhere, anyhow.

The waters are barren, as dry as the sand
It ripples alone and does not understand
Anything, anyhow

The river it leads afar out to the ocean
It moves there without making a motion
Anytime, anyhow

The tide has no depth, it is entirely shallow
It is covered by an all encompassing shadow
Anybody, anyhow

The river it appears, every time we all grieve
It's impossible to drown with no need to breathe
Anyway, anyhow.

KRS