A leaf upon the pond, drifting along, 

No wiser to the water below than the sky above, 

The wind blows it goes, 

No control of here or there, 

As the day unravels the weather above eats away, 

One piece chipped, 

Another falls to the water, 

No wiser to why or how but the wind blows the leaf, controls it, 

The water below props it up as the sky pushes down, 

Stuck in between the two, as the wind blows