Alisaura
Blue Crack Supplier
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.
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.