Nature reminds us that we’re all falling
Like the water from stalactites
Conjoined in a running stream
To dry up or build the biggest pools.
Fools are those who yell in caves,
Disturbing fresh peace
Asking for a rock to the head.
Water moves mud,
Stale dirt is as good as dead.
Erosion forms our worlds,
Boys and girls try to keep their feet dry
Swimming in what they don’t even know.
Justice is gold,
When the worlds not so clean.
I believe I’m a man,
But what’s that even mean.