The River

The River

I keep my eyes on the horizon,
keep them peeled, keep them sharp
trying to forget that behind me a river flows wild
a river with command, with knowledge,
a river that that reminds me with every break that falls
with every crash and sprinkle and hiss and raging torrent
that my beating heart is shattering
breaking with the torment
that I have to let you go
oh, I need to let you go.

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