samsara

Over the hills and far away
Runs a river, wild and stray
It has no source, it has no ends
It has no boundaries or so it pretends
The laws of physics are unknown to it
Hence it floats in the air for a bit
Sometimes soars high, so high
That the birds gleefully swim in the sky
Then in no time it folds itself
Bungeeing down screaming for help
Landing on trees, cows and bees
Brining everyone down to their knees
And just when it becomes part of that scene
It scoots away looking for a purpose, story or a kin
Only to swim wild and stray again
With no kindliness to loss or gain
Its all a drama, its all a show
Basically it has nowhere to go