What to see, to feel, to know
When you're there
Cracks and fissures
Fractures forced and falling fair
In the dark and hidden
You don't really know what's there
What to bring, to hold, to leave
When you go
Blurring edges, smoothing stone
Carry down steam as you're taken
Propelling forwards
And never looking back
It started with a stream
And goes on and on, on and on
Never ending
It started with a stream
And goes on and on
Never ending
Never ending
