It’s the silent strong type
With inherent ability to wipe
A lot of complications away
And generally hold sway
It has no fixed shape or size
Name the occasion and it will rise
To your assist and when paid in full
It creates a flurry breaking the lull
It reminds me of water you know
Ready to take shape in whatever you pour
A quiet strength so devastating
In full flow it can be overwhelming
Yet without it life would be tough
Any territory you cross becomes rough
Social or subjective age no bound
Everywhere you are returned on rebound
With it you are king without it pauper
With it every mistake is deemed proper
Of course it has its fair share of glitches too
This situation is often called Catch 22
Too little of it may make you feel bad
But don’t be too sure if too much can make you glad!