Don’t Know

The river flows
The river bends
Don’t know where
It begins or ends

The purples and yellows
Stick out from the greens
Don’t know the way
But I have the means

They pass on foot
They pass on wheels
Don’t know what to think
But I know how it feels

A greeting, a shout
A whistle, a cry
I know the sounds
But I don’t know why

Don’t know what’s next
But I like it that way
Don’t know about tomorrow
So I’ll live for today

Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
The truth of course is
I really don’t know

Eugene, Oregon

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