The drop

[Shrewbe]

A drop of ink sat safe in its bottle
and everyday it prayed 
to be the next drop out in the world
who'll colour all waters in its way.

That drop watched others as they escaped
gathering momentum to make an unknown fall
and thought of how it would feel 
then decided it was worth it all. 
 
So the drop then waited for a sign
convinced of its destiny
and dreamt of the moment of union 
with all the waters it thought it could see.

The day of judgement came thereafter
a hand of god was said to have been felt,
and something took over the drop 
as it hurled itself beyond the neck.

It massaccared its fellow drops 
and forged ahead to its destiny
at the tipping point it saw some waters 
and cried full of epiphanies.

As it was about to fall 
a curious thing happened,
its world violently begun to shake 
and all the drops came at it!

they all then turned into a wave,
and the drop couldn't tell what happened
and all it could think of was the waters 
and what it could have been. 

While it was dying it saw the truth 
and caught a glimpse of his god...

...it was the artist who had slippery hands
who dropped the bottle to the ground.