We’re all born in a little boat
that follows the course of a river.
Temporal luck will keep you afloat,
as every view will make you shiver.
One stone will be enough to submerge.
The nearest shore, some strokes away,
awaits you behind the fierce surge.
Try to swim on and come what may.
On land your fate depends on thee.
So why don’t you let your fears roll,
so that you’re wonderfully free
to obey the dictates of your soul?