like the flowing river

It was me that went bouncing through the terrain

I went every place :the rocky precipice of mountains or the fertile soil of plain

nothing changed my speed

nothing changed my flow

I treated every thing with same respect

But why is this stagnation in me ?

Why is this motion sickness?

Has the erosion subsided ?

Is this the time to deposit the vast array of things i accumulated ?

Will i be reduced to a mud puddle?

Or will i be ever the flowing river again