A drop of rain falls down to earth And joins with others, a puddle forms And it grows and grows until one day A stream is formed and starts to flow Then streams join up and make rivers And rivers flow and flow and flow And join up with others on their journey Towards the end goal - the ocean The final destination The Unity The Oneness The Completeness The Onlyness The Sole Identity 'Cause that is all it is A drop of water Trying to find its way back home To the Ocean The place from where is came The Ocean - the Unity of all other droplets Seekers of the way back home Not staying long, but rushing Rushing and flowing Flowing and rushing
Some rivers may be filled with filth and dirt and grease and all kinds of disease
Others may be pure and sweet Easy-flowing Beautiful, clean
But even the ***** water can be purified And even the cleanest water can be dirtied
Choose your path wisely, little droplet Home awaits. Home awaits
I don't know if everyone will get the metaphor. Of course, different people get different things out of poetry Everything is open to interpretation :)