Maybe The cycle is The Man

A cool and moist breeze engulfs you,
haze suddenly dims the sunlight.
darkness creeps in the sky which was shining blue,
no more can you feel the heat.
misty clouds fire arrows which obscure your view,
your skin tickles with joy.
Rise! sleepy earthlings, raindrops are coming through..

What happens with these dumb raindrops ? Flow down the mountain slope into the rivulet which flows further downstream into the river wide which flows into the ocean vast.
So what is their purpose ? To flow without any control and sense.
These poor guys have no individuality, each drop so identical to the other that the ocean becomes an epitome of smoothness and regularity at all levels of magnification.
Ofcourse there are the rebellious ones who gang up and try to break free from the clutches of the ocean. They gather speed using the wind and then clash in waves against the seashore. This struggle becomes feircer by night when the moon is at its shining best.
But alas the wretched ocean pulls them all back.
And so, they lie their in the open for the sun to vapourise them and take them back where they came from and the vicious cycle continues...
The cycle has become so eternal, so timeless and moronic that it almost seems idyllic and graceful. But the droplets ramble on.

Now lets change the vantage point a bit.
Lets say that all the infinite water droplets all around us are analysing us, humans, with the same high powered perception that we used against them.
What happens to these dumb humans ? Be born, flow into a school which flows into a wide college which flows into the vast "real world". The names of the places might not be same for all of us but the essence remains the same, we just keep flowing and living. Obviously there are the talented ones who manage to break the "flow" , achieve some superficial entity maybe fame or recognition , but the vast ocean pulls them back as well.
And in the end we all vaporise one way or the other and the eternal cycle continues.....
Just makes one realise how inconsequential we are, no matter what we do the inevitabtle cycle eventually ceases control.
Just like Jack Black says in School of Rock, "The world is run by The Man, oh you dont know the man, he is everwhere.....so don't waste your time trying to make anything pure or cool or awesome cause The Man is just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul"
Maybe the cycle is The Man.

P.S.: This case of typing diarrhea triggered by Christian Bale starrer "American Psycho".Must watch, if above stuff interested you..