Rocks In The River Poem by Ghost Legend

She hasn't been with us enough
To behold the scope for submission,
Working bodies to same old songs;
Flesh is flesh,
Like rocks in the river.

Her silver-linings are always sliding,
Pushed to the side in times of hurry:
Visuals keeping minds grinding,
As she resists another flurry.

Everyone loves a puzzle to solve;
We are our own enigma.
Once done, does it merit going along
A routine, now transfigured?

Never, never,
For flesh is flesh,
Like rocks in the river.