Sometimes life leads
Occasionally, we follow.
But today becomes yesterday
And quickly turns tomorrow.
Time is fluid,
it always flows.
In the path of least resistance.
Always forward, never to return.
And so we swim,
like salmon up a river.
Trying to get back to some,
something or other.
To a beginning not remembered.
To some end, to forever.
Back to that shallow pool of humanity,
only to flounder there and die.
Like the salmon,
who's life begins and ends in the same place.
Who knows how far we could go.
If we had only learned
to go with the flow.
Feeling philosophical, or maybe just too many beers. lol
This has been added to my you tube channel
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Thanks.