The Shape of Water
Across the skies, suns trek on proven trails,
designed, without an option to switch modes.
From cold to warmer seas, cross humpback whales,
unable to replace their lifetime codes.
Assigned, the tracks ants scurry with shared aim.
ascribed by nature, set by higher hand.
So why should humans not perform the same?
Alas, our shape of water has been planned.
Yet, man alone is capable of thought.
If only we could strip back our conceit,
and trace the reason why our life was wrought,
then inner self we're surely bound to greet.
If we believe that genius steers the stars,
the force of conscious insight, then, is ours.
If we do nothing... then so are we - Guillermo del Toro Gomez
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