Take me to the river to the place where you grew up
Let me wade its currents, swift and wide, so sick of being dammed up
Let me swim upstream the river of your regrets
Let me muddy my feet in the banks of your experience
I swear this time, I'll really write it right
It could free verse, or maybe make it rhyme
It could be thundering loud
Or barely make a sound
It'll be okay
Because it's mine
And I'll stay up all night
Hiding from the ghosts inside my house
And I'll stay up all day
Screaming at the ghosts inside my house
Follow that river
Until we find the body from which it stems
Bathe in it