Currents
The water rushing
Over my body
Like a river
Or a simple ribbon
Flowing softly over me.
The way it moves me
Towards the edge,
Is just like flying
Only I'm wet.
I don't know the world,
What goes on and such.
I never figured out how
Edison did it,
When he invented the light bulb.
I never really knew
What it meant to be
Swept away by a current
And brought to your destiny.