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…
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