How Long Treading Water

Neuro syntax thread mills beside constant streams of thought. Slowed and constricted to reserves for later turning churning production. Rushing through narrowed sluices of tedious occupation, to slow and build again before yet another challenge. Ever do the myriad wheels and stones grind thought flour of our daily bread and nightly dreams. Listening to the falling waters tinkling over memories of yesterstones and Calderstones and rain filled days of schooling children swimming and drinking their fill to weather the deserts and harsh wind plains of life. Yet do we thirst for knowledge of others riding this river or sailing the open armed ocean adrift in the salt tears of so many who failed. Waiting the winds of change in leather skinned boats of hope. Drinking the daily rain. Eating slow fat birds and willing whales. While waiting for another try at life. Another land to take from. Two boats down a white haired druid sips angel fish tea dreaming of Wales.