The Same Old River

They say you never step into the same river twice

       But here I stand in that same old river 

That some pass by, but never go in 

   And that same old fishermen who has never seen a fish

  The same rush of water around my grounded feet

     That same old rock with that same bird that looks at passing twigs never finding the right one 

And here I still stand never swayed

    I been in many rivers

But this one never let me go

    So here I stand never moving from my spot in the river bay 

So here I stand