I Don't Want to Die But I Don't Want to Live

The river of time has carried me out of the mountains. Long ago rushing from an icy mountain spring of youth, through thrilling falls of childhood, crashing foam of youth and Past the turbulent waters of my prime.

Now i enter the slow, aimless wandering as i search for my home. My waters heavy with trash thrown in by others. The waters poisoned and rank.

I let go of what was but that does not mean i thrill for what will be.
Ahead lies not home, but an endless desert. Where waters soak into the sand and dissapear without a trace.