The Vitality of Channels

The Vitality of Channels

The days have streamed me by,
Thereby time is held to no account.
As each river withers,
The channels of life remain uncivil.
With another hour being borrowed,
Minutes have turned sinful.
The hearts remain woven,
But hope is being swindled,
Telling the tales of the unspoken,
But The Vitality of Channels,
Are here to prevail over the broken.
The depths of the psyche,
Are coined by the same tokens,
Good as woken,
But what does that matter?
Until justice willingly falls open.
So let us set ourselves in motion,
And bleed a fraction of the same emotion.
Then maybe the hearts of humanity will one day reopen.
So let the day stream me by,
Because laws of morality continue to be defied.
Where is justice to be found?
In a room full of deafening crowds?
As I look at the ground,
The tears the rivers have wept
Is enough to make my ego drown.
Thereby the channels are forced to retreat,
Because truth has finally found its feet.
Just incase falsehood attempts to flee,
And sail us away to a day
Where they will taste their bittersweet verbal plea.

The Vitality of Channels
Is here to tell a story,
Of a river who once wept in sorrow.
Will be a living witness and will one day testify,
And on that day,
All truth will be satisfied.