“The river of life is flowing too slowly!” – you decide,
So you take things in your own hands and get in front of the wheel!
You start steering the ship,
Begin fighting windmills and imaginary dragons,
You sweat and effort and strive relentlessly…
Then at the end of the day, –
Sweaty, drained and overwhelmed, –
You, all of a sudden, realize – while treating all your wounds –
That the river of life keeps flowing at exactly the same pace as before!
That all the uphill battle was unnecessary!
And that your only job
Has always been
To simply sit down on a shore
Become still and quiet