Something Stupid

Sometimes an action doesn't need reason.
Doesn't need favouritism.
Consider myself as flowing water in the river.
I commingled with the mud, got soiled.
I don't care.
I know I'll be back as water again when I meet the sea.

Will he scream? Will he smirk if he knew?
All of sudden those things that I told him were void.
I have become something that he perceived I were.
Ain't life a comedy?