Broken Hill daydream

[Alisaura]

I found this while I was packing up my room... a page torn out of my field notes from a geology trip to Broken Hill last year... Was walking by myself along a dry river bed with crumbling hills of schist and quartz all around... had a thought, wrote it down... Came out of nowhere... which is where I was.

It is a river
And you know what it's called
It's like a mountain
And you've heard it all before
Through the ages
Crying, calling for the End
It is the future
Do you know where it began
it flies away
flows away
you chase it but it's gone
It haunts you
and reminds you
but you forget just what it was
It fills you
flowing through you
You love it
then it leaves you
Then you grow old and die.

 

[frogbat]

good luck with the moving

 

[bicyclingfish]

Umm, Alisaura, what is "it"?

 

[Alisaura]

I have no idea, bikefish... I didn't know then and I don't know now.

Not really sure why I even posted that... I need to be more discriminating with what I post, I think. Oh well.
If anyone has any suggestions as to what "it" is, I'm happy to hear them! Insert broad sweeping metaphors here... Life, love, soul etc... *shrug*

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

Originally posted by Alisaura:

It haunts you
and reminds you
but you forget just what it was

You must've forgotten what 'it' is... that usually happens in the course of events