My thoughts flow like a stream through your heart, slow
so deep like a dream of a lost soul
seems gardens grow, from my graces
I am faceless, formless and shapeless
Im an oasis, im essential to
the human body since im seventy percent of you
im immeasurable, but when im contained
I change form, adapt to the current frame
im a hurricane, and a tidal wave
and the flood that you read of in the bible page
im a vital stage, in the formation
of everything from clouds, to the storm waiting
and it pours raining, I intoxicate
some look at me, sit back, smoke, contemplate
get their conscience straight, cause the time awaits
liquid maneuvering in some new aqua 8's
I dodge traps with ease, I can pour, crash, or freeze
and stay tranquil among warring cavalries,
spawn savage seas, seasons provoke the storm
cause casualties, even in frozen form
keep flowing on, hydrodynamic
the cycle of madness, and its vital I manage
mind in fragments, truly my conscience free
survival advantage, bruce lee philosophy
lose the hypocrisy, since its time for
opening our minds more, and redesign cures
my eyes saw, what lies in the temple
its essential, that you empty the mind like a vessel
and lifes stressful, turbulent it seems
channel universal streams the true purpose seen
and further means, I adjust accordingly
through the soundwave and the booth thats recording me
and when you fighting the odds,
you need to be water,
when your life is hard,
you need to be water,
when your mind is involved, and you seek order
you need to ride through the storm,
be water