Its a perpetual river flowing without ebb
Round and round it goes like the cycle of Kreb
Its contents washed away never to be undone
Carrying with it ripples of things to come.
Its the endless rotations of a celestial wheel
Events come and go which no one can conceal
Secrets buried and destinies foretold
No one can escape the grasp of its hold.
Its a titan controlling the epoch of the cosmos
Convicted and committed, no one can stop Cronos
The past a memory, situations we can’t suture
The present a gift, utilize and plan for the future.