and we are just...

As the bright light bobs up and down the river with no end, i wondered as to when it would cease, the brutality of it all. On and on did it go, relentless as ever. never once did the mighty stop and let the little lamp be. How dreadful i did wonder, it would be in that position, only to later realise, We, like that light, are just lamps in the whirlpool...