Like the river runs,
So flows my life.
Slow, calm, peaceful,
But only briefly.
Fast, wild, dangerous,
But only for moments.
At times very high.
At times very low.
Though fat too many times,
Have I been caught in a whirlpool.
At first, spinning in joyous rapture, faster, faster.
Then into the dark, cold abyss I am swept.
Alone, used, left to drown in despair.
Until released and thrown back to the light,
Only to be caught in the next whirling.
Yet, each time I hope this one will be different,
One that whirls me in delight,
Gently, caringly, always.
And never let me plummet to the depth of lonliness and sorrow,
I know all to well.
I have searched so very long for the one,
With no success.
Yet, I still search for her.
So flows my life,
Like the river runs!