If the world is an ocean
And, I, just a drop
That moves along with the collective wave motion
Secretly wishing that it would stop
Whirlwinds, tornadoes circulating through
And I, a tiny drop, in the midst of it all
Does not know what it should do
Bumping and turning till it finds its role
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