Within that house
Of walls
That limit my life
I see a River.
Beyond those closed doors,
Through these windows
That persists locked,
I see a River.
And despite the old clothes I wear,
the old lies I have told myself,
I see a River.
And when the night comes,
and meets my house empty,
I still see a River.
Yes, I cut off the attachments
of those useless burdens,
I jump in the river!
And like a lost drop,
that lost encounter itself in the waters of a river,
It is not me that go
It is the River
It is not me that be
It is the River.
Within me flows a River.
