Like fish in a river
We flow towards the Ocean.
Missing the Ocean,
Madly believing Ocean must be upstream,
We fight and resist the flow.
We argue and protest each other
Regarding the relative upstream direction
of our common journey.
“Let go and add yourself to the Flow, lover.”
“But it’s madness to leave the common madness!
It is home. It is known.”
“Only fresh Unknown is home of lovers.”
©Andreea Garden, January 2017