Ameles Potamos (river of unmindfulness)

Most called it the Lethe but we few preferred to call it the Lemosyne, A mournful slow river that flowed around the cave of Hypnos in time, Then through the Underworld of Hades, one of five rivers that it had, All those who drank from it promptly forgot things completely it's so sad.

But not us, we want to drown in the waters and forget the pain and toil, Us who feel fed up waiting and are tired of the endless misery and turmoil, For we shall march with tired feet and strive to reach the cave but not go in, To drink just a little of that murky water that shall dissolve from deep within.

We shall pass the shepherd and goatherd whilst wandering off the road, Admire the Greek countryside as we follow the old maps as we rode, Tears in our eyes from the knowing such pain is the bain of those who wait, And if we get there together we shall determine how we accept Fate.

Each has a vial for the water, an elixir that will be enough to forget, jJust a little on the tongue, but a droplet shall be enough - not too wet, Each day the bliss of forgetting, what's missing? we don't recall where, Go with tears in eyes but return no pain of knowing how much we care.