We are rivers, underflowing and overflowing.

I realized we were all rivers 
Over flowing and flooding ourselves at time
Needing one way or another to keep the water at level 
And it’s fascinating how different people
Have different ways of keeping the flow in control 
Some spill the excess as ink blotting the paper 
Some splash it with paint on a canvas 
Some let it flow from their eyes when the night is dark and deep 
Some sweat it out as the run miles and miles in circles 
Some surround themselves with people and let their words carry it away 
But we all have our ways 
For if we didn’t, we would drown 
We would drown in ourselves if we didn’t

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