Each drip of water flowing, just as the one right before it,
down the same stream,
following the same current,
making no mistake to move from the rest.
There’s one right way, and nothing else.
One after the other, crushed together, moving,
flowing further away from change,
stuck in a pattern too afraid to refine.
So, down to the sewer line.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
Each drip of water flowing, just as the one right before it,
down the same stream,
following the same current,
making no mistake to move from the rest.
There’s one right way, and nothing else.
One after the other, crushed together, moving,
flowing further away from change,
stuck in a pattern too afraid to refine.
So, down to the sewer line.