waterfalls of the old
hold the truth that uneven
turning is the way of life
just when we figure it out
a sharp rock appers to crush
the willing and prove the might
of the strong willed and race
to beat them in a game of wits
while the oppistion has no clue
the rock appers from thin air
like the creeping of a ninja
in the shadows of time
pass on the traditon so that
when we have concered the
rock an new one appers from
the bottom and this haunting
process repeats itself over
a course of the lifetime of
a god