She
With ample time
she bestows her words upon you,
the storm of the talk
tears your world apart.
She does not rest
as if all must be lost,
with each hint of progress
she screams louder and louder.
Time is her friend
while time is your enemy,
time she utilises to destroy
while you wait in agony.
Her indulgence is secure
at the cost of your hapiness,
her thirst is relinquished
at the the cost of your dreams.
She is, Society.
