There is peace found with the river,
There is treachery too.
The water rushes and you shiver,
Then it stills into a pool.
And you watch the up and down.
And you fear the push and pull,
‘cause you think that you may drown,
‘cause you know you are a fool.
You’re a fool to stillness, fool to peace.
Looking at the surface, standing on the edge,
blind to its secrets, buried too deep.
So through the muck you try to trudge,
But it bubbles up in anger, and
crashes against the shore, and
you run from the danger, and
you fear it’s raging roar, and
when you’ve gone a distance
the water stills and calms.
You may wade without resistance,
In the shallows of the pond.