I do not understand why your ears are so tightly closed. You are always hearing but never listening. No matter what I say, I always see your eyes roll up and your face turn away, and you shut me out the way one would shut out a strong wind.
Your eyes are open but they never see. What you see in front of you is the result of your own hand. But you only choose to see what does not hurt you. I have warned you before to never keeping looking at one thing, but I failed to realize that you are stubborn. Your vision is straight and narrow, not all-seeing and round.
Sometimes you are too much like a rock. Too obstinate and too proud, staying in one place so solitary. But you are a rock in water, and I am the water. One cannot block the strength of a powerful stream. I will mold you and change you, until you are no longer a rock but more like smooth pebbles. Small enough to flow with the water, but big enough to stay in one place.
Do you now see that I am not silent and weak?
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