River.

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As the years flow by

Your skin starts to age

And when you open your eye,

You've turned a new page.


We all try to swim

Against the mighty current

Afraid of what lies ahead of him

But to no avail, a life they have spent.


We all head to the same space

From the moment we are born

To when our soul leaves this horrid place, 

Floating down the river of the torn.


We always drift until we drown

There is no time left to frown.

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