Time is racing past us
like a river in a rage,
and we are as a tiny raft
cast amidst the waves.

We try not to fight
its vicious highs and lows,
and try only to float
and blend into its flows.

We have never any time
to even stop and pause,
to think about our course
or even our great cause.

We often are unsure
that these waters wherein we swim,
would eventually lead us to
the places of our dreams.

That is how it is they say
we all feel the same,
we all ride the same rough ride,
well, life is just a game.

So where does all this leave us
and our precious little lives ?
We thought it was a treasure
O' our precious little lives!

So my friend, O little one
who struggles on and on,
I say to you - find your course
before all of it is gone.

What's a life that has not the form
that it was born to take ?
O yes you can defy the norm
it's your chance to take.