Why are people drawn to water? Is it because they seek to know?
Is their reflection in the liquid depths, a friend or deadly foe?
Within the darting prisms is there an answer that they seek?
Or is their depth of wonder, curiosity for the meek?
What flows back into their thoughts? Is it a primal need?
Or could it be a simple one, their vanity to feed?
Of what they see are they satisfied, or is there a salty tear?
Have what they witnessed in the water, added to their fear?
Is this a reflection of their soul, or is it borrowed hope?
Or are they drawing steadily down, life's long and slippery slope?
Reflections in the water often draw us near,
but is it safe to dwell upon a sight that's never clear?