i'm not ready for the river
the way it thrashes
the way it whips me against the banks
i'm not ready for the suffocation
for the loneliness
for the longing
i'm not ready

unsure where to go from here
where to turn to
where to find peace
so many options
so few answers
someday
someday, i'll be ready

i'll be ready for the struggle
i'll be ready for the ache
i'll be ready for the river.