A breezy, pre-monsoon morning
With wind in the hair, sleep in the soul and dreams in the eyes

A river, a non-existent river
With muck clogging its path, choking its flow, stifling our breath

Friends, from shared pasts
With memories, newfound thoughts, unborn futures and dying beliefs

Bonds, tugging at the rising sun
Spirits breaking free, unfettered, direction-less, with hesitation