This is what you do
And how you see it:
You try again,
Failing in the task
Brought before you
By a pair of cold hands.
Again,
You strike the metal,
That sound ringing
Across the empty plain.
This is what you do
And how you see it:
Swords crossed
Upon your desk
In perpetual tension.
This is what I do
And how I see it:
Everything is water.
D.H. Lee
(via Swanksalot)