Deep Rivers
The clock on the wall
vibrates in the cool night
Our songs have been sung
and we wait for
the world to recognize us
for
what
we are- straight shooters who
have something to contribute
to the general situation
Time is a winding river
Eventually it will reach
the
sea
Powerful currents move us
towards new vistas
Yet it is certain that
the ocean will swallow
us whole in the end
Despair is not in our
vocabulary
So we continue to feel
optimmistic
Glidng through the
waters
with uncertainty a
member of our crew
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