Time is Like a River

Time is like a river,
Never ceasing on its path.
People try to stop it.
It continues in its wrath.

Sometimes it goes too fast.
Sometimes far too slow.
But in the end we have no voice,
In how quickly it will flow.

Dams are built to slow it.
People try to turn its way.
But in the end the river wins,
Always having its own say.

The easy, fast and pleasant currents,
Let us smile and float around.
But when we reach tough rapids,
We are crushed and sometimes drowned.

When we meet the ocean,
Our time is finally through.
We wonder why we swam so fast,
And wish to start anew.