PASSENGERS OF TIME
Only these words are independent
Not what they describe
Someone else is in control of navigation.
Are we their stowaways
Or have they hijacked our lives?
Are we to be passive or
Are we awaiting our time?
Are we their prisoners
Or is the prison in the minds of the people
Steering this ship, urged by an inescapable sense
A force that drives them forward towards
Gold and certain death.
I must refrain myself from answering these questions
Too soon. So I sit back
And tell myself to ride the waves
The waves of change
The answers are always shifting
Only time remains
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