Inky Water

A river is flowing through me,
It will carry me away.
It flows as fast as dreams can run,
And as slow as love does fade.
It slips around my heart and soul,
And through my deepest fears,
Then falls over my hidden thoughts,
Where hope and pain appear.
It pours out through my calloused hand,
A thick black stream of ink.
This river will flow until I die,
Exposing what I think.