Thoughts and water

You can turn off water

Once controlled by man

And portioned by work

Into nicely, well metered, sections

But an ocean exists

And a stream flows to it

And by the river so it runs

And flows itself back into one

So turn a knob to feign control

If your most human must is this

But still and ripple and wave and chaff

But still the water will ever exist

You were never in control

Of both your thoughts and how they flow

You see?