Sometimes I float alone in time
Bobbing up and down
Occasionally I stroke my arms
And wonder where I am

Other days I swim in schools
Of unknown people and places
Vigorously I kick and flail
To try to match their paces

The currents flow coldly past my soul
Driving me back to the beginning
To start again in a sad attempt
Shall we do it right this time?

There are many agents of time and fate
Weaving tales around us
I try to break their uncaring embrace
But fall back in their fold

The goose flies on ’til it arrives
A salmon fights ’til death
The bear wakes each frigid spring
And starts again its quests

But must I deal throughout my time
With missions, fates and monotony
Striving on to unknown goals
At sea in my vast regrets

Or can I awake, rise up from the flow
And stand above the land
To watch the beauty of here and now
And breathe in my own plan?