Journey

Looks like a creek it is Flows and flows and flows Nurturing a wish, a desire somewhere To becoming a brook on its way fair and unfair And discounting all barriers It becomes with the blessing of ancestors And flows and flows and flows Looking a long way off against the thirst of an enterprise To becoming a river and it becomes And up unto the sky it looks sometimes To float a prayer and flows and flows and flows With a desire to becoming a sea and it becomes Then it feels too tired of moving along, so It remains calm and quiet and sometimes hisses And sometimes crosses Though it's always there Enduring and abiding like a timeless creature