I look at the lake flat as any mirror,
Watching the stillness of the water,
The light streaming through the sky
Casting my reflection on the surface,
I throw a stone into the water
Making the water ripple
Along with it my reflection appears to distort
Making me think that that's how the life is never "clear",
Pieces of rock always appear in our life distorting,
And obscuring us from getting a clear picture of our life
It is upto us how much we are going to let it hinder us.