There is a River in your head
it flows until you are dead
It brings little thoughtful fishes
and many forgotten wishes
This is where problems go to drown
and is why we fear clowns
The current is strong
and babbles a familiar song
The only bridge belongs to you
You're the only passer into the true
Of it's undertow, you be warned
many a sailor have been scorned
It can suck you in and pull you under
you'll lose your breath, your words, a real blunder
It will smash you against jagged rocks
it will gash you and gnash you, slashing at your socks
These lines appear to be getting longer,
my River's current is getting stronger
In time of despair and troubles
I call on my River's protective bubbles
I suggest you do the same
that is, if your River can be tamed
Heed these words and float downstream
you will soon dry up; your River's death, closer than it seems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like it, a great flowing poem.