Tributary

Never mind me
I’ve got an eight-track mind
It’s the kind that isn’t built
To ever rewind
Oh, forward is the only direction I know
For in the current there’s only one way to go
Steady toward tomorrow
As every river flows

Well, never mind me
I’m just a tiny channel
Of a branching tributary
Past the 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

The flow lives in between the lines
Filling in the Earth’s cracked design
Drink deeply and think deeply
Of pressed papyrus reeds
Bearing hieroglyphic signs
Where ancient ideas
Remain enshrined

Let’s say my way is the High Way
The enchanted byway,
The do, for there is no try way
That 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

Never mind me
I’m a creature of reflection
Following the golden
Hollow course correction
Drifting from the pores of conception
A psychoactive stream of consciousness
Eroding all perfect imperfections

Once in while the flow goes downhill
Inclined to bend toward gravity’s will
Well everyone loves to watch a waterfall
Some climb some rise and others crawl
Oh marvel at how the river spills
Wherever there’s a fault to fill

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