The Flotsam and The Jetsam - Tonight.

Tonight the river is like ice.

Grey, brooding and grumpy.

Like the sky.

And the concrete where I run.

Tonight the river is in spate.

And I cannot pass.

Tonight the way is blocked.

So tonight I take the road.

Tomorrow this road will be busy.

Tonight it is not.

Tonight there is just this road, these trees and I.

A leaf falls as I pass.

It is not I.

I do not cause the parting of stem and branch.

I do not have that strength.

Or belief.

That tomorrow the loss will feed the whole.


flotsam and jetsam explained here