The Stream

Feel, as they manifest
flickering impulses
laid unto the vessel
and the currents of time

know, its predetermined
coursing through the senses
the ebbs and flows that hum
that map and chart the treks

but, the separation
oh, the hesitancy
what to do with our will
and the ability
to forfeit one's own self

listen, in those instances
The whispers, the moments
the inclinations
the calls laid out to you
that lie in wake, out of sight

it's everything
that's already happened
that will happen
that's been set
for you

Remember it all
as I'm floating along
as you're drifting along
as we're steeped in bliss
and unwavering harmony
carried on along
in the stream