I stand on the bridge
On the river that is said to have
Its home in the locks of god….
Who has the ability to dance away this world to destruction!

Water flows below, racing past and taking along…
On the way …collected dirt from its long journey downwards
And will take more dirt as I watch it go by!

The water is ice-cold…I know as I have bathed in the river a short while ago!
And once you get inside….the mud colored water plays some magic inside your very inside….
Somewhere close to where your soul probably would be!

Now I lean down from the bridge and try to look at the river
To know it…..but I find: Instead, the bridge on which I am standing…
Is racing fast….in the opposite direction!

I shall know this eternal river….that flows from the locks of the god….
Who can dance away this world to destruction…..

Probably by going up stream!