Two rivers flow freely in a hushed opening,
And I only wish it was possible to travel both to its end,
Neither acquired placid waters, both lacking established endings,
All I am sure of is that the rest of my journey will be forever altered.

I sail down the river that my heart yearns for,
Unsure of what lays before me,
Battered boats have been tossed to each side of the stream,
And naive ghosts from you past haunt the waters with their hearts like glass.

I turn back before I am too far lost,
And attempt to abandon my vulnerability with the hopeless stream,
Two rivers flow freely in a hushed opening,
And I navigated the one untraveled by,
Unaware and unaffected by the untold future.