Life On Rapids

[lainey]

I couldn't parse the conceit, so I'll just read this literally.

Going down a river, Water smashing against rock, capital W?
Nowhere to turn to, But only downstream Nowhere to turn but downstream
Into Chaos. Towards Chaos. You never make clear what this chaos is, could be an interesting development.

My boat tossed back and forth, My paddle nearly snapped, This image is expected, I want to be surprised!
Into the white foam I go, Not knowing if I’ll come back.
I go all about, twist, turns and all,
Nowhere else to turn to, unnecessary repetition
But only inside, Where optimism still lies,
And where dreams seem to prosper. Ending each stanza in abstraction isn't working for this poem

Hope is all I cling to, and endurance keeps me free,
For if I give up now, my dreams will be smashed
Into Smithereens.

Past all the obstacles I go, Freedom in my grasp.
The trial is now over, but I still can not relax,
For life on rapids is not easy, But only challenges to be held,
Rewarded with only achievement, Which is worth more than gold itself.
I still have no clue as to what reason your narrator has put him/herself in this danger. Is the purpose of his life just to survive?