The River
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Some men choose to serve the mind
Dissecting data for proof
Sorting facts they are resigned
To searching for some elusive truth
Neatly imprisoned by their thoughts
No visiting dreams are allowed
Vainly they strive to call the shots
And dismiss feelings to the clouds
Others perceive no need for facts
When emotions will suffice
To sail great skies or strand below
Freedom it’s thought is worth its price
But riding passions and cursing bondage
Has yet to budge reality
Its door is locked and opens not
For human’s wind tossed fantasies.
And I find no joy or satisfaction
In joining myself to either life
One would chain me to reason
The other would leave me in strife
It must be acknowledged I bend
To understand or to feel my way through
But peace isn’t found when I spend
Time on these paths I’m pointed to
So I’ve realized the place that I’m to take
Is far from the noise and current illusions
There dwells deep within me a river of faith
That I’ve sworn to protect from darker intrusions
The river instructs and renews me
Sends light throughout me and makes me whole
Comforts my mind and sensitivities
The river inside is the guide to my soul