Life’s a stream we tumble along.
Just a molecule of water in the scheme of it all,
Sometimes lazily, sometimes in a rush,
Sometimes our minds confused in the push.
We come to the falls and we all fall down.
It’s the natural thing to do while playing the clown.
Then we hit wide spots and enjoy the quiet times,
Only to be rushed into the rapids,
While we play to all that we are intrepid.
Are we near the end or is this inception?
We enjoy the ride and seek perception.