there is a place

there is a place in every story and every song
they go there and we go there so that time will stand still
like the fury of an angry child -- stalled
out of steam, out of breath -- stalled
waterfalled stalled since the beginning and the end
the place is behind the frozen wall of ice
the place is the river, the whole river
which is moving, but isn't going anywhere
we have all dreamed it and they have all seen it
every story and every song rebounds off the walls
echoing into each other like the river, the whole river
which is completely silent, completely empty -- stalled

i'm rambling.

if you should ever lose yourself
in a quandary of existential proportions
if you ever fill yourself
with self-loathing and self-doubt
if you ever wreck yourself
over the loneliness, pain, and isolation
of extant meaningless existence

find yourself.
going there.
but never get there.
only reach the shore.