A river that never stops, carrying half-memories and names that refuse to stay.
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It flowed across the border
but the border had been moved
carved its way through memory
then asked to be excused
Fish swam in questions
mud spelled out a plea
One bank whispered “mercy”
the other muttered “flee”
It washed away its signage
let the map men guess in vain
They tried to name it justice
but it answered only rain
It once ran clear with childhood
now it runs with shade
Carries bits of lullabies
and debts nobody paid
The ferryman grew restless
The bridges all withdrew
Boats turned in tight spirals
with nothing left to do
Someone called it “Yesterday”
but that name didn’t fit
A stranger dipped their hand in—
forgot where they had been
The turtles know its riddles
The reeds keep time in sighs
The river knows your story
but won’t repeat the lies
It might be called Forgiveness
or maybe What You Meant
But it just keeps on flowing
with no concern for intent
And if you stand too near it
you’ll lose what you’ve become
Not drowned—just gently altered
by the sound of coming undone
About this song
A river that carries everything except its name, washing away what you thought you were.
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