The Flow

Through the wild

And the kind.

I shall pass.

Through the times

And the rhymes.

I shall pass.

Through the mountains

And grasses.

Valleys and passes.

Through the crowds

And crevices.

And feeble horizons.

Like the thief

Who has lost his

Way.

Like a soldier

Who has forgotten

His face.

I shall bend, mend,

Sometimes

Meander and blend.

Rolling, falling, 

Slowing if 

Needed.

Ebbing, jumping, 

Striking if 

Demanded.

I shall pass

To make way,

I shall pass

To move ahead. 

I shall pass 

Because, I've to

Survive.