The River of Time

By SatsScholar

Time is a river, endless and unbroken,

its current forever pressing downstream.

Some things are rocks,

anchored, immovable,

enduring the waters that polish them to sand.

Others are sticks,

light, brittle, without say,

swept away without pause or protest.

But we,

we are like fish.

We taste the current and choose our dance within it.

Do we press against the pull,

burning our strength in defiance?

Do we rest in the shallows,

where the water whispers instead of roars?

Do we plunge into the rapids,

where life is risk, and risk is life?

Do we swim deep where shadows hold,

or skim the surface where sunlight shatters?

These are the gifts of sentience,

to shape how we move through the flood.

Yet, in the end,

no matter the course we chart,

the river takes us all.

It carries us beyond sight,

beyond choice,

into the ocean of what comes after.