My Mother Once Told Me I Was

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?

Those Of Us With Water In Our Personalities Don't Pick Where We'll Flow To. All We Can Do Is Flow Where The Landscape Of Our Lives Carries Us

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.

I Fell Into A Sound Sleep And Dreamed That I Was At A Banquet Back In Gion, Talking With An Elderly Man Who Was Explaining To Me That His Wife, Whom He'd Cared For Deeply, Wasn't Really Dead Because The Pleasure Of Their Time Together Lived On Inside Him.

Can't You See? Every Step I Have Taken, Since I Was That Child On The Bridge, Has Been To Bring Myself Closer To You.