River of Time

Time is like a river Flowing to the sea. To the islands of tomorrow, Past the shores of memory. On what course we'll be carried Is never ours to know. Like leaves caught in the current, We're carried by the flow. Sometimes we're in white water-- Sometimes it's still and deep. Sometimes we're tossed upon the foam-- Sometimes we're lulled to sleep. Endlessly, it rushes on, For as long as we have breath-- The only thing that can stop the flow Is the freezing hand of death. Soon our eyes will close in slumber, But almost just as soon, We'll wake to everlasting joy, Upon a timeless, blue lagoon. Time is like a river Flowing to the sea. To the islands of tomorrow, Past the shores of memory.