He swam in the river

Where the crocodiles lived,

The alligators waited to strike!

They once lived together in peace,

Once allies turned enemies

The farther he swam the closer they got,

Blinded by rage and detest

They conspired against him.

In confusion and pain,

He swam even rigorously.

At every stop where he sought comfort,

He was despised and hated,

Even treated as an outcast.

At last he found acceptance

At a stop only him could reach

Void of people or voices

Filled with mirrors and shadows.

He realized that his freedom was dependent,

On the engagement of what he found

Or he would wallow in pain

And live alone all his life

Lana