Time is like a river
And we\'re all coasting our way downstream
Some with jumps for joy or a shiver
And nothing is as it seems
Yet of course
There are those who try to swim back
To the past, below the rising sea
Unable to go back, as it all fades to black
Obsessed with their drowning memories
Time pushes them onwards, but they refuse to turn away
Still hopelessly believing that they could change it some way
Until those weary weights sink them beneath the surface
Forever chained, not by the river, but by themselves
And I float along
There are those with a sense of stirring uneasiness for tomorrow
A strange indescribable feeling teetering on the edge of sorrow
A frenzied wave struggling to launch forward to the next page
Deep within, stirring the waters of resentment and rage
Unable to sit still, so they try to stand and fall
Those who tried to run before learning to crawl
All trying to reach for the future they can\'t wait for, yet it is one that easily waits for them
And I float along
I float along the river of time; by many considered a trap
Lives caught up in tomorrow and yesterday, slowly being eroded by the never-stopping waves
I believe I am free, where others believe we\'re enslaved, even though
I do not have the opportunity to head back to yesterday
and
I cannot break through reality into tomorrow
Instead
I will swim on through today
As I ride these currents, I realize time is the great equalizer
No one can buy more, no one can have less
The time of Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Genghis Khan, Susan B Anthony, Washington Churchill Ghandi and MLK
Bore no difference to ours
And while it may be easier to add our tears to this river of sorrow
I\'d prefer to learn from the past and create my tomorrow
Today
Time is like a river
Which I choose to sail
Despite the shivers
Through the storm and ails
I float along