Obi Land

The River

Looking through my books and things
I realize that they are not mine
As the wind outside a melody sings
I look around and can't find the line

There should be one somewhere
Or, at least so I am told
But maybe I'll find it's always been there
Yea, right, maybe when I'm old

For now a torrent, raging by
Will sustain me and my life
Watching it go by, I sigh
Holding in my hand a knife

Yet, away from me they take it
Like they think I could cause harm
To myself, nah, I'll just throw a fit
Smashing my inner alarm

Sometimes I wish the water would stop
But other times I just watch it flow
The river of which I lie atop
Will let me fall soon, as it will slow