Always Flowing down an angry river

Taking time away when there are many things set

Fate always rushes many

Given no time to react or adapt to current

Expressing no mercy to masses with industry and advances

Or as it seems

But there is no way of knowing.

Derailing and degrading and always dragging

With no sign of remorse visually or mentally

It all happens even with a future

The parasite clings onto to with a prejudice

And always pushing back as a consequence

Without holding back or restrain to reserve.

There will be constant reroutes but it will follow.

Never letting go. Never know if it’s aware.