Story Of My Life

It's The River That Speaks

I hope that one day
Some burdened soul will find the notes
I write in my phone
They will find my poems and philosophies
And perhaps it will widen their mind
Or perhaps it will narrow what they once
Knew about the universe
But either way they may know me
And know my soul, my being
My purpose as a living corpse
In a Dead Sea
And so the lucky soul may bathe in my tears
Which form from a lifetimes worth of crying