Oar of Life

Era propelled by time Oozing onward and onward Upon an endless rhyme Where meaning becomes absurd Moving along with age Grasped by instance Wrested, engaged By tomorrow’s suspense Held by the river of existence Where our vessels flow along Held by our presence Where we belong Alive to be activated Destiny lies in our hands Awaiting to be created It’s only ourselves we strand We choose to steer our vessel away From the rampant torrents…