In the opalescent shroud Of this brisk autumn night I find myself gazing sordidly At the rippling waters of a river.
As I stare deeper and deeper Into the dancing lights of the water My mind spins and wonders. Pondering my existence and worth.
Within these reflecting pools I see myself dissected, My being strewn across the steady yet constant flow of time.
All the past's pains appear As a thousand slings and arrows. I see nothing but devastation within these flowing waters.
Until, I'm struck with a seething revelation that burns in my troubled mind. That the waters of time will always flow forward And it's direction will never change.
We are all just debris within these waters Flowing toward a distant horizon never to be seen again Never to be remembered.