Some Kind of Purpose

If life is a bunch of heart beats in a row,

A net is a bunch of holes tied together.

And if the net has to hold all the heart beats,

The heart beats have to be bigger than the holes.

If the purpose of my life is mending my net,

I hope they gave me lots of string.

If I knew when a raindrop turned back into the mud puddle,

I could name the space between a waterfall and the stream.