the flow
the society's eternal goal
mindless show for senses
enslavement for soul.

splash is all the effort
I use it to crush waves
all becomes trash when there's no escape.
'sider them mundane
you're still on the shelf
breaking out a cliché is a cliché in itself.

we cannot all disperse
we cannot stay in place
reclusive - an evil curse
society's disgraced.

a shame,
the river flows.
I pledge to crash on banks
some will reach the muds and dry
most will stay inside

better die alone with vows
than splash - the river flows.