And the water, yes the water,
Never minding the shore,
Ever winding down its' lonesome course,
To the Mother Ocean—
And yet, it insists on us,
Capturing our gazes,
Stopping our motion on the busiest days—
And casting its …
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And the water, yes the water,
Never minding the shore,
Ever winding down its' lonesome course,
To the Mother Ocean—
And yet, it insists on us,
Capturing our gazes,
Stopping our motion on the busiest days—
And casting its Pied Piper spell,
as if to say,
You too are flowing,
Never knowing,
the Final Destination—
