A View From The River of Life

Outward expressions,
of inward transgressions,
for who am I,
but who you think I am?

Drifting on water,
away from the border,
of where earth and water meet,
drifting water,
or earth on spin,
are they different directions,
or the same my friend?

Care not for what you've had,
don't be sad.
Worry not for the river,
just be glad.

If not this river,
than another place,
if not this time,
then another space.

Don't be frightened,
if the mountains change,
far into the distance,
the view is the same.

Views I insist,
doesn't cease to exist,
but you only have memories,
when you drift away.

Who am I,
but some place and time?
And who were you,
to remember me?

Did the mountain remember your gaze?
Did you remember the sun's rays?
Did you remember my passing?
Did you remember the yesterdays?

Who are you,
but some place and time?
And who am I,
with only memories of you?