Moving Forward

The world, a river, ever flows,

Each second altered, as it goes.

Should hope arise, with every sunlit gleam,

Or fear descend, a chilling dream?

Since time took breath, a cosmic sigh,

This restless shift has swept us by.

A constant churn, a turning wheel,

Change, the only truth we feel.

Yesterday, a fading shore,

A second past, we see no more.

The current pulls, we cannot stay,

We must embrace the onward way.