The River Jordan

I dreamt last night of the River Jordan,
And being there I’d finally found peace.
Being on its banks went against the plan,
But when time is something we only lease,
We have to make the most of what’s given.
If we have been sold on a new future,
But the lie is what we have been livin’,
We should not give into the indenture.
I may have to cross over the border,
Embracing the life of a refugee,
To live in a land free of disorder
That allows the chance for me to be me.
I will sink my toes deeper in the mud
Waiting to engage in this river’s flood.