In truth nothing matters Or so it would seem Friends reveal faces That dart in-between A life is lived slowly We watch it unfold Park benches are empty With stories untold The rain is unceasing But weather does change Events follow the script Not ours to arrange Against the daily struggles Like the salmon upstream Ours is to remember When still we could dream B. Lester '98, Nevada County Enable this content? This content is served by a third party, api.broadcastify.com.