I am a placid lake with still waters that run deep. I wonder what people consider the good in me. I hear the winter frost crackling over top of me. I see the air nipping at the valley surrounding me. I want to imagine the future. I am a placid lake with still waters that run deep. I pretend I can soar over the country. I feel the encompassing tune of a string quatet and it moves me. I touch the beautiful blue of the sky as I reflect it. I worry that I am like flypaper, drawing you in, never to be released. I cry because I could be the ping pong ball guided by the paddle and hand with no idea where I'll land. I am a placid lake with still waters that run deep. I understand that the stillest waters hide the most potent currents. I say that the world is forgetting. I dream of a world where everyone's waters run deep.