Blue Bird

On the banks of time, this cold water flows Looking for the sands, it surely knows Upon the rock, drip, time, collide The wave, the ripple, one's turbulent tide But from the distance, far upon the shore The beauty in its rage, damn near admired With the words it can not speak Truth it can not find Am I on repeat?, Insanity comes to mind Looking for safety, amongst the tides of war Isit possible, to find peace upon its shore? Just a very amateur poem or rambling of semi coherent word...