Without Care

You see a river

It's an infinite supply

You've not seen it dry

You take a quiver

Every arrow has a mark

You shoot through the dark

You use all in haste

You will miss them once they're gone

You will still press on

You value the waste

Each moment is a measure

Missed marks are treasure

You will not repeat

The blind past adores its mirrors

You relive your fears

Your steps trill a beat

Time prowls through your graying hair

You flow without care