The currents of life move us all forward.
But if we were to find ourselves on
the bank of the river of life,
would we chose to plunge back in?

Stagnancy is a crime against oneself,
and contentedness doubly so.
In a world of progress there need not be
myself, one resigned to sit idly by.

But as the water rushes by me
I can't help but feel that I,
would rather sit here on my own
then be dashed upon the rocks.