i slipped and fell into a puddle, a puddle made from rain, and my landing was not very subtle, it was full of pain. i had a choice to make right then, the choice to sit and soak, but if i did and gave right in, the water would make me choke. so i stood right up and wrung me out, looked up into the sky, i'll smile now instead of pout, and i will always try.
Makes me think of all the times I slept out in the ran, that would be a very topical set of thoughtful mannerisms, to cross my mind as it went into a nice triggering of cross dimensia zen. So that's my feedback, in liue of "criticism". Sometimes it works better when you critique for yourself, after a counter analogy is presented to the original desing. Keep on writtin' peace.
Even more so when you're looking up at the sky through all the foliage in the swmp... But that's the strength of perserverence...and dark hollistics.