Watching the river flow

I wasn't I the best of moods when I saw this, a little wound up shall we say. And then this came out.

I never watch the river flow;
I sprint, and thrust,
and try to outrun it, to rob it
of its mind numbing certainty.
I seek to confuse it with prickly metaphors,
to hold back the stinking tide
of opinions formed at intolerance’s knee.
I will rage against the dying light,
and rage again;
then, like Chief Joseph,
I will fight no more, forever.