Be the water my friend
slide gently on the surface
cut deeply into stone
in this fractured world around you
Don't be too hot
or you'll vanish in the air
Don't be too cold
or you'll congeal in despair
Don't let anger decieve you
boiling frantically inside
Don't let sorrow besiege you
freezing your will to fight
Be the water my friend
take the shape of your will
sometimes running
sometimes still
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