"In shadows grasp, I twist and squirm.
A humble creature, feeling like a worm.
No wings to soar, no song to sing.
Just a lowly being, in the muck I cling.
Beneath life's weight, I often yearn.
In the darkness, I'm a writhing worm.
Though sightless, I can show whats unseen.
A world beneath the surface, both harsh and serene.
So, though I may feel like a worm in the mire.
I'll keep moving forward, my soul on fire.
In the depths of despair, I'll seek the dawn.
For even in darkness, the light can be drawn."

Can I get some solid water for my liquid ice?