Like I am on a boat,
which is swaying on the river
and I am with the nature enjoying the air
the vast quiet river and the slow motion of my boat
nowhere to go this day and no harvest to rode
when i smell a dream that is coming true
and I open my eyes and lean over the boat
to touch that dying dream and to taste its smell
my hair takes a dip and my sleeve gets a soak
i open my fingers to behold the water
but its time to let go ..
let go of the water..
let go of the dream..