The River of Future
The fog reveals the River where I cried last year.
It was when it was too much to bear, too little to share
and so I kept my wet lips closed and poured it here instead.
Dirt built up on my foot as I kept walking,
and walking,
The blinking streetlamps trying their best to support the moon
Because I couldn't see anything apart from my own mistakes.
The River of Future, as I call it, is ever so clear
it shows me where it all went wrong;
A photograph of my birth.
The child crying for milk
is the same child crying for beer.
As the world spun, it became a teenager
begging for the River for more time.
I cannot think about tomorrow when today has already cremated me.
The water shall flow forevermore into the abyss
No child could ever predict.
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