As life flows like a river, I drift slowly down this stream,
Caught in its currents, uncertain of what lies ahead.
Seasons come and go, painting the banks in fleeting colors,
Yet within me, memories freeze like the river's icy embrace.
In the depths of my consciousness, forgotten times linger,
Echoes of laughter and whispers of love, now distant whispers.
I navigate the hidden figures of my past,
Each shadow a reminder of dreams once cherished, now lost.
The river of time carries me onward,
Its relentless flow eroding the edges of my resolve.
I watch as hopes and ambitions float away,
Like leaves swept away by the autumn breeze.
Loneliness echoes in the silence of the river's song,
A haunting melody that accompanies my journey.
Regrets weigh heavy as stones in my heart,
Each one a marker of paths not taken, of words left unspoken.
Yet amid the melancholy of drifting downstream,
There is a quiet acceptance, a resignation.
For life, like the river, has its own course,
And I am but a passenger on its endless voyage.
I yearn to grasp fleeting moments,
To capture the essence of joy before it slips away.
But time slips through my fingers like water,
Leaving only ripples in its wake, fading into the horizon.
As I float through the mists of uncertainty,
I embrace the solitude that enfolds me,
For in the depths of sadness, there is a fragile beauty,
A bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of existence.