I know the best thing for me is to sit and stop and meditate
So sucked up in the motion, buddy, I'm about to medicate
I sit, I breathe, I sit, I breathe
I sit, I breathe, I sit
Until the melding of the bits of me I see as bits

It happens for split seconds but I notice when it does
As the stillness in the river I'm not used to comes undone
I try to get it back because I felt such pure relief
But the roaring of the river from behind me gnashes, teeth

There are waves and forms I cannot stop, even when I try
There's a stillness that comes anyway when I no longer fight