Find The River.

"...Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
ocean storm, bayberry moon.
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
The ocean is the river's goal,
a need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go..."
R.E.M.





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