White Water, White River Poem by Mark Heathcote

White water, white river, free my mind.
Let me go white-water rafting in my mind.

White water, white river, free my mind.
I sure could drown if I don't get back to where I came from.

White water, white river, free my mind.
I'm like a blind man with a cane.
Listening to all these empty city folk whine
Moan and complain

White water, white river, free my mind.
I want to free-fall cascade, not climb.

White water rafting is going to free mine.
Get me back to where I came from.

I'm going to ascend that mountain ridge and dive.
Paddle like I'm meeting a lover for a glass of chardonnay wine.

It's going to feel divine.
It's going to feel like I'm losing my mind.

White water, white river, free my mind.
Let me go white-water rafting, resigned to live and die.
Consigned to know it's all been perfectly designed.