Sometimes I feel like a like leaf

On top of the breeze
Falling wherever it leads
I'm soaring far and high
But apparently not alive
And when the wind tires
I downfall to my mires

Sometimes I feel like a rock

The stone under a river enlock
Sitting passively at a roadblock
Comfy in my catered space
But weathered and debased
And until the river holds it current
I erode in a life without farrant

I wish I were like the salmon

Pushing against rushing influences
Swimming through the world's pretenses
I'd move straight and strong
Purposely forward without headlong

I want to be the determined salmon
Confident in my journey's directions
Courageous against the river's deflections