To go with the flow, is what you wish.
You're as good as a dead fish.
Swishing and sloshing you'll soon vanish.
Oh! Boy, you ain't one who churn and learn.
You've got it all figured, your believes are Stern,
Unturn, stubborn.
A boulder that stands strong.
Just as lifeless. But you stand among
those who first smoothen and then fade in Oblivion.
Its not too hard to catch on,
Your pain and strain are foregone.
Become the flow. Soft and tender.
If obstructed, you're a passionate defender.
You come in through the rain.
Dashing thru the rough terrain.
You give life. You're not in vain.
