Time our river flowing
diving deep to forming thought
sifting through our dreams it seems
redeemed and gently caught
Through the night
they too take flight
without our recollection
time our river flowing
knowing not it's new direction
On it's rapids crashing
smashing hope and birthing new
from the ash to dart and dash
cycle back to circle through
Here we grow unknowing
nothing more than everything
Importance on those waters gone
and hope to which it brings
Off into our dreaming
still we forge into the fight
to rage against the river
saving time as dreams take flight
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