Optimistic

Throughout the century, it stays the same, People live and die, the eternal game, Beneath the bridge, the river flows, As heat gives way to cold's gentle blows. People gaze at the flowing stream, Into ancestral depths, where memories teem, They repeat tales of old, well-known, And one by one, they join the unknown. Thus, in this void, life lingers on, No path to salvation, all hopes gone: The river flows, it flows and remains, While people stand, they stand and wane. Throughout the century, it stays the same, People live and die, the eternal game, Beneath the bridge, the river flows, As heat gives way to cold's gentle blows. People gaze at the flowing stream, Into ancestral depths, where memories teem, They repeat tales of old, well-known, And one by one, they join the unknown. Thus, in this void, life lingers on, No path to salvation, all hopes gone: The river flows, it flows and remains, While people stand, they stand and wane.