In life we swim against various powerful currents
We channel efforts to be rewarded and sanctioned
The fathoms and depths pull us down to the bottom
Losing our self in conformity, and youth to torrents
Time and culture both exist with you or without you
The cost of living outside of either comes with death
We do not long for our flesh having an eternal life
We're hoping that which makes us unique, our soul
Will not be consumed in the tides and torrents of time
“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one
day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn
and taken away from us at dusk.” Jean-Paul Sartre
