The sparkling stream speaks so swift;
With great persistence,
It strikes the shield securing my soul,
Stealing slabs of my spirit with each blow.
It tells me to follow:
Follow the current;
Comply with the course we settled for you.
—But I’m a stubborn stone.
I stay put.
I listen to what’s left of my spirit.
I take it.
‘cause I hear the crashing up ahead.