I can't remember who (or what) I was thinking about when I wrote this

We live in parallel worlds
Pushing forwards in the same direction
But never making that connection
Where dreams and chance become one
And a greater river we become.

Crashing churning swirling gurgling
Over rocks and sand and seas we dance.
On this path called "life"
Floating on hope
That someday the magic will sweep us away.

Circa 2007. From a page in a notebook of random stuff.
Found whilst I was doing a big cleanup.