The river of life

For we are like paper boats floating on the ocean of time
Only, to us the ocean is unfathomable
The uncertainty, unsettling
The vastness, incomprehensible
And our insignificance, unacceptable
So what we really see is a river,
With a beginning which is certain,
And an ending, even more so
Thus we float along with the other boats
And shun all that might lead us astray
For this tunnel vision is beautiful
And truth is just a detour
From the river of life


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