Away from awakened stream,
And pushed deep into brush.
Clouded mind lead astray
By black thorns and decay.
Out of reach of riverbank;
The clarity of it all untouched
By fingertips lost to the mangled
Overgrowth of regretful memory.
Wake up! Open your eyes!
The river cries out with hope,
While branches and vines
Anchor down; rooting sorrow.
The sands flow and fade,
Eventually making escape
The final option to taste
Sweet river’s clarity.