The River by Edward Bell from London United Kingdom

the river
you're running on empty
so tired of all the noise
you hate this bubble
you raise your voice
you just crave silence
you just crave youth
you crave the glory days
of a better you
what happens now?
when will the river burst its sides?
when will it wash away the tears?
you have no money
you have no helping hand
you've no ambition
it's all unplanned
what happens now?
when will the river change its course?
when will it show me where to go?
you feel like screaming
no sound will come
you look for exits
there's only one
what happens now?
when will the river reach the sea?
when will this journey finally end?