I get the drift, the drift of life,
and how unperturbed it flows
directly and determinedly right to the very end.
No rock can bar the way or stand up to the force
of unrelenting movements towards extermination
of our once-upon-a-times.
and how unperturbed it flows
Some may pause at the bank
to feel again the wonder
to feel again the wonder
of days spent in the sun
and bask in a re-run of what once was meaningful
but even those lucky few soon lose their desperate hold
and bask in a re-run of what once was meaningful
but even those lucky few soon lose their desperate hold
as the current of time overpowers feebleness
and returns unto itself the power to decide
each and every fate.
As a river wends its way through mountains, valleys, dales,
to finally arrive at the waiting sea
so each and every life force dances little jigs
through events and circumstances
until it’s merely vapour in in an occasional thought
soon too to disappear like a river into sea.
And there’s no river to be seen in the hungry jaws of sea
by future generations standing on the shore
and yet we’re all embroiled in life’s amazing travesty
so passionately playing at ...
being meaningful.
so each and every life force dances little jigs
through events and circumstances
until it’s merely vapour in in an occasional thought
soon too to disappear like a river into sea.
by future generations standing on the shore
and yet we’re all embroiled in life’s amazing travesty
so passionately playing at ...
being meaningful.
Would that there could be an appearance of thought forms
to tell the “why” and “what for”
to tell the “why” and “what for”
of flowing speedily
towards a state of being ...
completely meaningless!
towards a state of being ...
completely meaningless!
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