Don't Drink Bees

Life is like the swirling, foaming waves
Tumbling over rocks, I hope to be saved
But dead leaf boats, they pass me by
I'm sure to drown. I wish to fly!
Rose petals fall along my way
From bud to wedding, then death day
The flowers always in others' hands
Choices grounded on ocean sands
The beacon moon is plagued with clouds
I have no life beneath this shroud
The rocky bank gives stream its course
I haven't strength against its force
Oh! To dam the blind stream source
But dead leaf boats, they pass me by
I'm sure to drown. I wished to fly.