Rivulet

Once in an unexpected way
A struggling thought did stray,
Leaving the appointed bounds
It hearkened to sweeter sounds.

A heady yet heedless brook,
Charting a way no one mistook
To be a plausible course
It burbled - spared no remorse.

Weak though it was, it was hard to dam
'Twas not the current, but the sham,
Mocking, random way it swayed;
That stopped its run from being stayed.

It was as if the rivulet
Knew what fate it would have met
And with an unseen force
Made its way from its source.

Downstream and upstream!
The thought was itself a dream
Unrestrained by physical law,
It charted a course no one saw.

But dreams have their own laws
As fragile as a dam of straws.
They can not sustain the gales
That pushing reality entails.

The brook seeped in the land --
It could not meet its own demand.
The blazing light of reality
Robbed it of all it could be.

But in the dry sandbed of time
You may yet spot its prime.
The thought is long bygone,
Its dry course still holds strong.