It feels like a river

The rain lost its bow and the sun refused to rise. All is dark and grey high above in the skies. We want to be love and we want to be peace. But all we see is a storm dancing with the autumn leaves. Where do we go and can we see stars in our pitch black dreams? The answers to our questions float away on the soft waves of a river’s stream. Ah if existing was easy and doubts would not exist… Everything would be alright if we had taken care of what we now miss. Day in and day out we pretend to know it all, but the truth is we rise and fall and rise and crawl; before we understand that the only way to grow is to sway to the silent music and let it lead us into the unknown.