The River is Wild
What could it be that causes the river to run wild?
Is it the river or the wildness that consumes the soul?
Is it the rocks that cause the river to tuck and roll?
Is it the flush of the white foam of the waves that crash?
Is it the roll tide off the shore that causes the water to swirl?
Is it pure adrenaline that the roughness creates?
Whatever causes the river to be wild has got a hold on me!
It makes me want to jump into its waters.
It makes me want to swim along its current.
It makes me want to float and let it take me on a journey.
It makes me want to ebb and flow like a mysterious spirit.
It makes me want to be wild!
I WANT TO BE WILD!