Oh Aquarian
Have a gander
The moon's asleep
Her cloud blankets
Block out the light

Soft to the skin
Wet black air
Lessons, Questions,
Answers, Pensions
Rise and sink with
The puddles on the street

Reflections in the water
Are always shifting
Clarity equals deceit
A puddle cant be
Placid when it rains

A drop here or
There may be fate
Aquarian lets all in so
The puddle grows

Streetlights off, Sunlight on
Every drop is free
But the Aquarian weeps
He cannot see his puddle
Sun and evaporation
A puddle cease to be
Now, Aquarian's mind
Is not so soggy