My mind is an ever-flowing river
Of thoughts.
I dive in and swim
Through the continually shifting scenery.
Slowly meandering musings
Drift
Along with the changeable currents
Of consciousness,
Pulling me farther within
This fluid world of reflection.
I am spun
Through whooshing whirlpools
Of wonderings
And plunged
Into the rapids of ravings,
Hurtling faster...
Faster..
Until I reach the endless cascade
Of contemplation,
And fall.
I fall until falling becomes
Flying,
Never again to feel
The ground beneath my feet.
My mind is an ever-flowing river
Of thoughts.