Tributary

Never mind me, I’ve got an eight-track mind
The kind that isn’t built to ever rewind
Forward is the only path I know
In the current there’s only one way to go
Toward the future as the river flows

Merely a channel of a tributary
And you can call me anything but lazy
Rushing rapids headed out to sea
Mountains stand still, but I’m in a hurry
And probably will be for all eternity

Dust or nuggets
You just never know
Panning sentiments
For whatever seems to glow
Toes buried in sediment
Knee-deep in indigo
Always an experiment
In the riverflow

A river exists between the lines
Filling in the Earth’s cracked design
Drink deeply, think deeply
Papyrus reeds and hieroglyphic signs
Where ancient ideas remain enshrined

I say my way is the high way
The byway, the do for there is no try way
The flow has never led me astray
Washing away, washing away
The dirt of many derelict days
Clinging on to crusty feet of clay

Dust or nuggets
You just never know
Panning sentiments
For whatever seems to glow
Toes buried in sediment
Knee-deep in indigo
Always an experiment
In the riverflow

You’ll find I don’t mind heading downhill
Inclined to bend toward gravity’s will
Everyone loves to watch a waterfall
Sloppy and wet, it’s my nature to spill
Wherever there’s a fault to fill

The stream’s a creature of reflection
Following the golden hollow course correction
Knowing only velocity and direction
Oozing from the pores of conception
And seeking the perfect imperfection

Dust or nuggets
You just never know
Panning sentiments
For whatever seems to glow
Toes buried in sediment
Knee-deep in indigo
Always an experiment
In the riverflow