As the river was passing…

By the riverside of chitwan , I feel like being at a beach . It has been a long time I wasn’t in front Of so much water.

 

I’m charging  myself for up Coming  busy times.  I saw myself  shaving while driving in a dream. It must mean busy times are coming. 

 

I reflect as the murky water passes by: I am amazed that no one ever stops or finishes talking.  A CEO speaks , so does a peon.  The lowest level person also has something to say as well as the highest level of person. 

 

Then another thought comes: Could I have been  something else? Do i want it? i mean be someone else? 

 

The river flows and my workshop starts again.