That starts on the operation table.
A heterogeneous mixture of oceans;
Karma is the controller, we're just its minions.It is a real pain in the ass,
At least till you become a carcass.
It has its own monotonous to and fro.
And you are in a brocken boat that you need to row.Understand that people will leave,
Like the mist leaves the dew.
And stop crossing oceans for the ones,
Who won't even jump puddles for you.Do not care for what they think.
No one would remember you once you turn into the leaves of maple.
Life is a miscellaneous fable,
That started on the operation table.