As (Poem)

As the river flows beneath the sea, there is an endless way of living.

As the awakening of a soul must commence.

By my own sovereign, why can I not put myself to rest?

Am I restless?

I'm scared of what might happen if time were to break.

Thinking of the time, I once fell in love.

Yet still brings me into a helpless abyss that tears of pain and gore corrupt my sympathetic face.