The light keeps searching,
over the crashing waves it looks,
but scares them away.
Temptation is real,
and it likes to surprise you,
just when you don’t care.
The river runs downhill,
I have not seen any yet,
that can run uphill.
They run marathons,
eating up mile after mile,
and winding around.
I’m not a poet,
though I can rhyme some verses,
it isn’t the same.
