I climb these mountains, With the trees I am alone. When I scream into these valleys, Even my voices seem to drown. I am on a journey to seek what is true, The best of my voyages dont give me a clue. For what is right, I dont understand; Travel is to me, what Life is to man. I strolled near the river, I looked at it from above. It returned me back to me, Did'nt feel like the love. The river is so loud, I can hear nothing else; Even closing my ears, Does'nt give me back my conscience. I could not see what's below, The shiny surface hides all thats within. Is'nt water transparent like our hearts? Or did it bear the mark of some being? Then I understood what the river is: Its no different than a man. To see what's hiding beneath, we must dive into the stream. The stream that is the heart, shows us all that is unseen. Not who fear to submerge themselves, Only those see who are very keen. The message is quite visible, so I dont feel the need to explain why I compared the river to Life! Comments?