Rivers and Streams

Morning breaks so silently in the back roads of my mind
Where my memories are rivers quite restless as they wind
Moving towards an ocean that keeps screaming modern day
Noisy, boisterous, and overcrowded with nothing much to say
Come kill this cold cacophony, it's deafening and dull
It overflows with living until life becomes quite null
Come slay the swollen sorrow of my worries and my woes
Let me sit and watch the sunrise dwell on how these rivers flow

When I was a young boy, my imagination leapt
Over streams of trite reality each evening as I slept
And even in the daytime I would dream of what couldn't be
Princes, kings, and beauty queens all bowing down to me
Life rolled by like highway cars, I'd stand there by the road
While others were maturing, making plans and getting old
While I would walk in circles underneath a subtle glow
Close my eyes at midnight and wonder how these rivers flow

As I grew to be an old man, I struggled to catch up
While others' glasses overflowed, I didn't even have a cup
Yet deep inside the caverns of my warm and willing soul
Lay a steady piece of mind and simple tunes that made me whole
So eventually it happened; I caught up with the pack
And those who once had shunned me started shouting welcome back
They took me in, dressed me up, and cast me in their show
Where I'm forever acting stranger, and wondering how these rivers flow

Morning breaks so silently in the back roads of my mind