Doing The Work

Doing the work

We first met each other
When we were both doing the work
You were covered in blood
I was up to my mouth in shit

Living within spitting distance
I didn't extend my hand
From time to time
We'd meet at the same impasse

Years pass amazingly
We're still doing the work
Bumping into each other
In a quickly moving current

Almost by chance
In front of the rapids
We enjoy a little picnic together
There on a rock by the bank