I pass by, I go by
but I never stop by,
I flow with grace and steadfastness;
but  never with a slow pace
My waves bear the potential to serve or to
disrupt
I have rage and hatred;
but never a shape of my own
I may ascend to the throne of light
or I may descend to the throne of darkness
To some, I may be the mystery of a lifetime
And to some, I may be a mere change of
this holy path of life;
I have seen thousands and thousands of space threads dissolve into nothingness,
I have seen evolution, revolution and extinction;
but I tell you, I am nothing but a servant of my own mistakes
If you believe, I may live for eternity
or I may dissolve into terrible blackness
For who may I be if not the mystery of a lifetime?