Oh drips, how I see how you plummit carelessy into nothingness. How I see you don't have a care in the world. I envy you, for the fact you have nothing to do but follow the crowd and no one will criticize you, and there is no stress.
You do your job daily without any hastle, without any stres, without someone on your shoulders to weigh you down. Oh how I envy thee.
Even though I would want your life, I don't need your life. You should envy me more. When you drip, you either go into dark places, dry out without any one notiicing, or even swept away without the recognition that you left. Oh how I envy the endless drip, but I'm sure the drip feels the same way about me.