The river ends somewhere
Whether it is stopped by a random wall of a building
Or it could combine with the sea water somehow at some point
Or even at a dried up end of land
However boy, it is not me who has the power to decide on where the stream flows
Either there's a split path anywhere
How fast it moves
What kind of things that flows with it
It is not me, it is you
I am just a little lost raft going with the flow
If it is my fate that I have to be stuck somewhere
Then it is fine
I am just going with the flow, your flow
You are the river
You have the power.
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