The Stream and the Rocks

By Udiana Jamalludin

I am a young stream winding
down to the deep ocean
Seaching for happiness often
With life full of passion

But the rocks block my way
Much as I’d like to cut through
I’ve no choice but to yield to
the ‘rock-dictated’ course too

To Yield and wind for the moment
Is not yielding the whole life course
Yielding in the beginning
is to get the purpose across

To yield is to really gain
But little do others know
Slowly eroding the sides of rocks
And weakening it surely but slow

The more the rocks are eroded
The weaker it becomes
It does not even realise it
Until it turns to crumbs

Yielding has a purpose
And it’s not an empty dream
Who has more power now
The rocks or the stream?