a river without a bank

much like a being without boundaries,

goes everywhere.

not in way of fullness;

but emptiness and unpronounced confusion.

a river without a bank

floods the town it loves so much

without knowing why it did such a thing.

the need to be accepted,

triumphs the need to simply be.

a river without a bank,

craving the love it knows it desires

lets down its walls once and for all.

a river without a bank,

finds its truth

in willingness to pave a way.