River of Life

I am being pulled by the strong COLD current.
Turned and tossed about, smashed into rocks and carried onward so fast
Barely able to keep the surface close
Searching for air to breathe as I'm swept away
Afraid of what's in the river with me
And what harm that it might cause
What's scary is that I cannot see
What to do to protect myself or avoid the jagged rocks
As the raging river of life carries me on
Oh, coming up, to the left or the right
Do I swim hard for the uphill and windy
Or do I flow with the rest of the world
At a rampant pace to the wide downhill way
Life is going over rocky rapids right now either way I go.
Better start swimming up.
I hope I make it...