“The River Still Flows.”

Solitudes are like thoughts without sleep
No one is at peace, since none shall capture nor keep
Light rises with the dawn off into the distance
Perception misperception hear the carrion call
Since my death at twelve I have been reborn
Dear lady, dear lady, I have heard your call
I am here, I am near, the river still flows
I am as the rain, saturating your soil
In Time, your seeds shall grow

“We die more than once in life. I have done so more often than most.”