by John Gregory Myers

Created on: November 08, 2008

I gaze about the pale sky

In twilight,

The glistening sparkle of the river;

Oh, how it flows without troubles and anxieties

But we all want more of something.

But never is a desire for pain.

Everyone wants more of anything:

More love,

More money,

More peace within

But the river wants nothing more,

Than its freedom to flow.

No one knows us,

Who we really are inside

What we wish to gain,

To have endless boundaries

Of sanctity without regret,

And light within our darkened spaces.

In another world

Before anything had a soul

There was a never a desire for more,

Life was as it was;

The long ages

Before the gods were created

Life existed and life perished

Without man and his endless needs;

And now we want more of anything.

The nature of man is inherent of this

As I ponder with my gaze;

The river flows on without greed.

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