Slowly my mind is becoming like the running water

The problems slowly run stream that is beside me
I empty out into the big sea, the wondering ocean
And yet my mind is never full, never quite complete
Why must I wonder will I get to the blue sea
Changing paths, I don't know what I will do for sure
Maybe the light and the sky will have me allure
But blues and violets, blacks and grey are the colors
That death will bring and that death will sadly sing
The running water that flows can its way be right
Knowing water is loose and never too tight
Never come to close, for the violence it can hold
The dangers of this story will always be simply told
Running water that washes you white and clean
From the sin that holds you deep and you will lean
Aging again and again your life will soon be of alter
And then back to me and you will see the running water