"the best way to have a good idea is just to have alot of ideas."

The River
It pushes each bank, waiting and wishing for a straighter path
to Freedom
And there are those who stand by, wistful as the clouds above
Oblivious to the pain of the water before them

Each day
She provides life to creatures less than desirable,
The Fish
They have not a care in the world, they just take and take
And their endless demands of her are never interrupted by thanks

Oh, the Trees
They seem nice, but are only politicians who whisper
In the Wind
Secrets which she cannot see, for she is beneath reality
And their bony soul-less roots are keeping her entrapped anyway.

God,
Surely He knows my struggle towards freedom, my longing
My Need
For He gave me power and strength over land
To make my path shorter, but this thorn in my side is ever present

For I am constantly pouring out my spirit when I feel I need it most
And often I am pushed and shoved to chaos by
The Rain
The rain comes and goes, with no rhyme or reason
And though the change she brings is painful
though I feel the tears of humanity
though every emotion in the universe is bound up in her
She has time to tell me, to give me hope
She has been there

I am the River
I have been used by men in Mississippi and pharaohs in Egypt
I am the River
and I have been cursed for what
He and She did in the Garden of my birth

I am the River
But just ahead, where the horizon never ends
Where there are no walls on either side,
then I shall be the Ocean.