River Time

It’s river time, the sunset comes, and thoughts run free along the banks
We’re only people, after all, that’s all we are or could be

The kids I thought so cool in school; the beautiful girls, the guys they liked –
They all were only people

And governments and corporations, all sorts of organizations –
Each, just made of people

And football players and rockstars; saints and sinners; models, actors –
All just only people

And I don’t know what we expect:
We endow earthly deity
Upon those who pretend to know
But do not know
And cannot know
Because we’re only people

The Age of Hubris is our time
It makes us think we know it all
When mostly, we outdo the past
In deluding ourselves

It’s river time for everyone, I hope wherever you might be
That light and peace come round your way
Today and every single day
And know this – know it near and far –


That is all

We are

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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