Life marches on,

Sometimes to the beat

Of its own drum;

And other times

To the beat

Of my own heart.

In either case it still flows

Like water around rocks,

Strategically placed

Perhaps as obstacles

Asking, will you let

This stop you?

Or what about that?

One right after the other

In some seasons

And in others nothing

But open channels.

In either case

I still move like water.

Be more like water,

Sweet soul,

And not the rock.