A river flowed eastwards.
By the bank it stood
screaming of joy
screaming of sorrow
no one heard
no one cared.

It wanted to go
with the flow
towards the east
where everything's the best.

But, it screamed and rowed,
on a paper boat
towards the west
arms outstretched
shouting for help
'cause it lost its way.

It screamed and rowed,
wanting to jump
with laughter, with burns
but jumping would drown it
or so it feared.

It screamed and rowed,
without destination
the way seemed too long
too hard
too painful.

Blood trickled down the oars
colouring...