I give my strength away to the flowing stream
That passes through my unmoving home
The waters slip by in a twinkling gleam
As it slowly strips me to the bone
Still I mustn’t scream
No, I must not even moan
I must be content to slip into dreams
As the waters polish my grainy stone
The tides are getting higher it would seem
Or perhaps I am but sinking into the unknown
What is the current’s scheme
That it would chink away my throne?
Why does it seem to beam
As it makes my body roam?
What plan would ever deem
The moving of my home?
Greater Expectations 