The never ending river of time is no friend of mine,
Caught in its current I am swept away in its flow.
I am held by its momentum, must follow its line,
An unwilling prisoner of its whim, with nowhere to row.
My sight is restricted, I can see only a short way ahead,
I lose the distant future with each turn, and every bend.
Through a mist of uncertainty, cannot see where I am led,
And I do know not where, and when, my time here will end.
When my eyes have clouded over, and I can see no more,
And my lifeless body floats gently upon this stream,
The endless current of time will slowly pull me ashore,
And I will bask in the light of an everlasting dream.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.