Soo Mee Yoon

Life Is A River

Time runs like water
Flowing downhill until it can no longer descend.
The current never stops,
Although it may slow down to a peaceful flow
Or speed up, caught in a whirlpool.
Along the way intimate mortals attempt to build dams
But in due course, cannot keep up with the torrent.
The tide is interrupted by rocks,
Ultimately wearing them down, or avoiding them.

The route towards one’s ocean is already decided.
Parts of the journey are littered with trash,
Polluted with negativity that aggravates the gush.
Those that are completely contaminated
Wish they could defy gravity,
And flow back from where they began.
When one’s river comes to an end,
It merges into an ocean of endless waves.
No forceful impulsions determining its destination-
An aimless paradise for all rivers done descending.


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