The River and The Path

I want to cry me a river.

I was made of flesh and not stone.

I want to boo hoo and you to pity party me, Then I want to release and just go home.

I want to mosey by the river.

I want to throw and skip a few rocks.

This ain't good what I've been eatin'

I turn the tables and then I rock my self to dreamy sweaty sleep.

I want to cry by the river. I'm used to.

I don't want to go that far.

I want to cry me a river like I used to.

And then I stop,

And see if anyone will notice me.

So many others like to gather and do all the naughty things. Most throw away their things. I wonder if I'm trash like the clutter

Around me but I'm reminded that I'm of the bourgeoisie and the rebels. I begin I start to stumble back to my way. On the path that was laid foward for me.