Vast empty pools collect at my feet
Whispering what may come
They rise, they flood, their currents are strong
And soon they and I are one
We rush and surge through all we view,
Crushing lives and birthing new
Seemingly free we flow until
The earth collapses and all is still
All the time churning
Wearing our walls thin
On the verge of cataclysm.
I really enjoy reblogging myself. I wrote that standing in the shower when I was 17. It describes how I felt at the time (and a long time before that) and also sort of predicted the next 4 years of my life.