Time slips through eyes the browsing with no purpose won't get anywhere The time slots mostly filled with nonsense that may or may not be relevant Yet all the non-relevancies form and keep the society spinning Spinning beyond most of us could grasp We are riding on a river of no return We could glance many things on the shore yet couldn't quit hold on to them The rising glance of this second passes to the falling groove of the next wave The generations work the same way we are all fading for others to rise and vice versa could be quite surprisingly up current