Winding paths,
Converge into one,
Like fleeting bursts they multiply like streams,
Then they consolidate in a bustling walk,
It pools at a reservoir,
And people swim amalgamated with the rushing tide:
Waltzers,
Rapid rushers,
Wandering walkers waking in a clockwork stew,
And the dam bursts,
And I'm flowing in the rapids now,
And the creaking train beneath my feet is herald of a timely trip made once again.