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I walk on and see the river.
Rolling on it's endless way to the sea.
So much like people it is.
We start at our beginning and continue to our end.
Knowing where we have been.
Never knowing where we are going.
So like the river our lives.
Pools of quiet, and times of turbulence.
Some lives run deep like the river.
Others are shallow like a stream.
Still all roll on from beginning to end.
What's ahead the unknown, behind will never be again.