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I was sculling alone down the River of Life,
No thought for tomorrow, no thought of a wife...

I was sculling alone down the River of Dreams,
Plans hopes and fears sub-rising in streams
Those plans, hopes and fears, they circle my mind,
I aimed for the sun but hit the dirt blind.

One day it will come, the thought comes to me
When my turn it will come to again put to sea:
That will be then, but then it will be now.
Who can say when, and who can say how?

Day by day, says wisdom, if you tend to the flame
It may often look similar, but it's never the same:

It is becoming increasingly apparent that if humanity has any kind of future worth living in it is going to require a community of purpose, co-opting the most people-friendly elements from all the existing cultural traditions on the planet.