River Of Imagination

I am a river whose surface might seem calm, 

But viciously swirling in beneath; 

A river whose sound can heal others, 

But can never heal itself.

I am a river that bursts into a waterfall, 

But can again flow nicely, 

With no bubbles at all; 

A river you can touch and feel its serenity, 

But if you step deeper.

You’ll feel the roughness inside of me.

I am a river that I created myself, 

From each drop that fell 

From my eyes that I always secretly hide.