In the torpor of the merciless waves, I was but a senescent rock. I have borne the wrath of tides . When it was pain that kept watch on me , I awakened in me a dream that was wide.
The river was my solace And also,my foe. But what could I do? That was how I was supposed to grow.
The river washed me away to the shore And with it went away, the hopes that I bore. The river was not my friend, I reckon But I had listened to it beckon.