Everything changes,

Everything changes,

Nothing remains,

Nobody stands still.

A refusal

Is no rejection,

Ejection.

The onrush

Will sweep you off your feet,

Eventually.

Holding on, is an illusion.

Waiting for respite

Is no response.

Hiding in shadow,

Hoping to miss the boat

Is never an option.

Every single river,

Without exception,

No matter how slow,

Will always flow

Into the sea.

It is the way,

Indefinitely.

Time is a concept,

A balance,

That in passing,

Always the same way,

Brings pain and joy

To every little girl

And boy,

Who, sadly,

Never want to wait

To grow up.

So they can be,

All they want to be.

Whilst others,

Lost in dreams

Of their own,

Wave it goodbye,

With a tear in their eye.

But it will not

Wait for you.

Just as it will not wait for me.

And please, never think

It will tell you

When it has finished,

Or you will have more,

As it has

Little time for that.

When it has a

Whole new future,

To prepare for.