I look at my tiny blue veins
Running from one end to another
And I think about how there really is no end
To the streams in my body.
They move constantly. They do not stop.
Even in the lowest of lows
They still run.
And I think about how we are like
These small blue endless rivers
Constantly moving. Never ceasing.
And we are the veins of this existence.
Maybe one day we will stop
Flowing. We will stop rushing.
But as for now we circle around this body
And we will continue to do just that
We will continue to run and move
Until this body becomes too dry and tired