This bitter world

Sometimes things can change for the better or get worse, this little thing we call life is one hell of a toll just like the Internet is right now it can't be Control, Trying to push back these corrupt souls, Ain't life funny it pours like fine wine swift like sand running through  & hour glass, glides through like a kite on a breezy day, some sips of life are a bit bitter even brutal, but lesson that need to be learned, none the less the hands of time never stop, about like the hands on a grandfather's clock, that just need a good whining from time to time, just as long as my blood keeps pumping & this heart keeps beating