the lake that wanted to be rain

for what its worth, ive never gained more than what i lose;

i suffer more goodbyes than hellos.

ive left footprints on countless beaches but even the tides sweep them away eventually.

everyday im inspired with new dreams while im trying to recall the one that brought me here.

free spirit they say, but freedom is not a trophy to hold in ones hands.

like a raindrop racing downriver to the lake;

forever flowing, but forever yearning to be rain oncemore;

until it's lifted to the sky to join the clouds again & sees the beauty of the ocean in the distance...

no peak to reach, no hoard to keep;

just the graceful ebb & flow of life.

by yogiwhale