I watched as the debris plowed through the river,
Like the past that haunts me never slowing,
Some pieces left behind forgotten on the banks,
Rotting away till there is not a trace to be found,
Are these logs the tales of our lives?
The river our time in this world of change,
I saw it was not the same by the end.
Smashed and broken these trunks all sank,
Letting time pass over without a care,
The debris of our lives resting on this riverbed.