take me to the river to the place where you grew up let me wade the current, swift and wide, so sick of being dammed up let me swim upstream the river of your regrets let me muddy my feet in the banks of your experience i swear this time, i'll really write it right it could free verse, or maybe make it rhyme it could be thundering loud or barely make a sound but it'll be okay because it's mine and i'll stay up all night hiding from the ghosts inside my house and i'll stay up all day screaming at the ghosts inside my house and we'll follow that river until we find the body from which it stems and bathe in it.