my fingers are tired, scraped and bleeding
my every muscle is aching
i've picked up the fight that one cannot win -
the eternal struggle with nature
i'm moving about yellow stones
throwing them all around
i'm trying to stop the river from flowing
from stealing my roots and my ground...
but it laughs at me and it's leading me on
pretending the game is fair
in the meantime doing whatever it wants
not asking me when or where
now purring it quietly sleeps by my feet
looking up all sweet and complacent
but i'm feeling the roar is starting to build
in the depth of deceptive embraces
once again it will rise turning rock into sand
taking all of my efforts below
drowning all of my strength and i will understand
that i have to surrender the flow...