Chatterbox: Inkwell

The wind of life

Is somewhat dangerous

It may be a summer breeze

There to refresh you

Replenishing your happiness

But it will turn into a tornado

Pushing at you

Yanking you into a world of darkness

The ocean of life

Is somewhat dangerous

It may be a gentle wave

Washing joy over you

But it will turn into a current

Trapping you into itself

Forcing you to fail

The lamp of life

Is somewhat dangerous

It may be a source of precious light

Allowing you to explore the world

But it will turn into a burned-out piece of garbage

That blocks you from everyone

I guess the rules of life

Are nonexistent

Except for one thing

When it topples you over

You must stand up again

Strong