Cause-and-Effect: ‘happiness is a warm gun (bang, bang, shoot, shoot)’ -beatles

I skipped a stone atop the placid lake,
that it might break the lasting calm,
or in that rippled wake,
tell the resting dirt below, above,
there lies mistake, and I would watch
and grin and watch, an anxious wait,
and wonder all the while as I debate:
am I the stone, the dirt, or am I lake?

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