You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take

Walking by the river... where we used to walk together... It's colder than last year, the breeze keeps you on the edge... people running as usual and I'm listening to the music. The scenery in the light is different. It seems less poetic, more realistic, more compromising, even the clouds don't get you higher and higher.... 

I get to the "spot". The small pool that's been separated from the river by a drive way. Not many people run this small path.. Green tree leaves falling... I lean in by the fences, carrying a piece of wood stick... I lean in and listen to the music... "Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close and have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go" 

A big fish jumps out and in the water. Even if it was there that night, we probably couldn't see it in the dark. We might have just heard the sound water splashes. 

I play with my stick, listening to the music "You never know if you never try to forgive your past and simply be mine". I was playing with another stick and he suddenly grabbed it and threw it in the water. I screamed joyfully and pretended that I wanted to jump into the water to get my stick back... 

It gets chilly. I hate summer, everything about summer is so wrong. I prefer winter evenings that you can stay there for as long as you want and sing out load and no one sees you nor hears you... There is a bench by the fences, under a tree. If you sit there, you have the perfect view of the skyline. I sit there, listening to the music... "Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it" 

I hate summer evenings.. In winter, the cold wind is a perfect excuse for a wet face, I reach out to my colorful wrap and wear it. 

"I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart"... Suddenly, all the memories get clear, I remember every single moment in a fraction of a second... The kiss that never happened... The hands that were never held... We couldn't see the fish jumping out and in the water in the dark... The summer heat was taking the breath away.. The puzzle is finally solved... 

Now the breeze makes me shiver... Tears don't let me find the wood stick by my side easily... I walk by the fences, lean in and throw the stick into the water...

It flows, and I keep on looking at it. I know it will be there as long as I stand there and look at it... I know it's getting dark pretty soon and I won't see it there anymore... I know that I can stare in the darkness to see the stick as long as I want... I walk away, come back, have one more last glance at it and leave....