dipping into the past i've seen reflections of the future
rolling off my fingers into my mouth
 igniting turmoil into my vision from which i've grown tired
of flying away from
the restlessness of fingers while carressing
tattered old pages 
	showing the textured patterns of the flowing riverstreams
winding their melancholy way throughout the life of mine
reveals me that i've seen and tasted freedom, melted into
   my me