I think to myself,
The possibilities that could arouse
I could evaporate into a greater
Become a columbus cloud and just pour down
A result far more refined than what it was before.
This refined concentration does wonders
Exposes what isn't told
Seals the parts that are still left to heal.
Releases the ashes of the past into the ocean, oh so vast.
Cleanses what was there and replace with what is to come.
The puddle seems like every other
But You can't judge a book by its cover
Place your hand in the water and you'll know The contents are like no-other.