Oh, flow, flow and off I go,
To where, to where I don’t know,
Even He is curious to see where I’ll later be,
This path is curious; it eddies and turns,
But always toward; it never returns,
Sometimes I pause, I take a rest,
The pace slows after I get something off my chest,
Yet never fully stops, like nature’s clock,
Constantly forward moving, either fast or oozing,
Stones of all sizes lie in the way,
Pebbles that I swiftly pass by with just a ripple,
Or boulders that can’t be seen over or past,
Yet I always find the hidden pass,
Sometimes I move in silent ways,
Sometimes I move in roaring waves,
Sometimes I move to a beat – in time like a perfect rhyme,
Other times I move awkward and offbeat,
No rhyming necessary in making my way,
No rhyming necessary to have something to say
And sometimes I move with irony,
Where what I do doesn’t match what I say,
What can I say? It just happens this way.
Oh, flow, flow, I’m on the go,
To where, to where, no one knows,
This is okay,
There’s always a little bit of mystery this way,
Enjoy the turns, the curious diversions,
Someone once said life is like a highway,
Which may at times be true,
But more often than not, I think its not;
Life is a detour on a road unknown,
With every turn a new seed sown;
Full of surprises and wonder,
Both joyous and somber, happy and sad,
(Not bad when I have the right mindset)
To let go, to let God.
To accept there sometimes is no rhyme scheme,
There is no clean closure to the scene,
Just time to flow on, to move along.
Oh, flow, flow, and off I go.
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
so wonderful
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