Die Like The Salmon Poem by Kelly Boutin

I can see the skies
they're all turning blue
I can see the river
all leading to you.

There's a wild, rushing waterfall
that I'm falling in
but between you and me
is a confluence

(Chorus)
Which way will I turn,
which one will I chose
is there even a river
that leads to the truth?

Will I fight my way upstream
will I let myself go
will I be like the salmon
or will I find a home?

And what is a home,
in this world of pain
does the river even know
which is the right way?

And if the road leads to you,
how do we know it's right?
It could just be the rivers
changing the tides.

(Repeat chorus)

I can hold my self up,
but you might make me sink
is this really even love
or just another confluence?

(Repeat chorus)

Will I die like the salmon,
or will I find a home?
find a home
find a home.