Rude route routine

A survey

For a survival:

Maybe someday

This search

Deserves

A fate arrival,

Instead of a fake deprival

Of a definitive end.

And this infinite

Thirst,

Ain’t the first curse

That I tend to pretend

The derival,

But it’s the worst,

Because it takes your trust —

Which makes you turn to dust —

And looks like

A very reliable

Rival.