The more i live,
the more i distance myself from my own soul....
The river is still flowing
but now it flows on a straighter course.
It's left behind its meandering ways,
the beautiful time of it's nascent days.
The time when it never could understand
the purpose of the boulders,
blocking its path and making it explore newer lands.
Older now,
its finding the answers
and it misses the boulders
who has have left an impression on it's shapeless soul.
But what it fears is not the present
but the future that approaches it slowly but surely.
Soon it will merge with conscience of the ocean,
and therefore it wonders
'did I really live this life
or shall I die without a trace.
Was I just a moment in time,
or was I that shapeless soul of my imagination
or was i nothing just a physical being
without a purpose or need to be?'
