Ripples In A Stream

When I was young and foolish

How I fought the urge to run

There was a pearl in every oyster

And I answered to no one

When I was young and headstrong

No good to man nor beast

I railed against my instincts

At the cost of inner peace

And when the notion hit me

Like an early winters freeze

I was running blind,

chasing down a dream

Making ripples in a stream

When I was young and clueless

I took that one way Donkey ride

Without a thought to how it turned out

Or even how I might survive

By the time I found direction

I was hanging by a thread

And by the time I had the means

I was a ripple in a stream

I was going with the flow

I was floating with the tide

I was choking at the bit

Trying to make some sense of it

When I was young and footloose

No thought to matters of the heart

I was driven by a lonesome fury

All sideroads and false starts

Now those days are in the distance

I don’t lean much on the past

I’m still pushing hard

Scratching at that dream

Making ripples in a stream

Making ripples in a stream