I am seventy percent water.
Ducks paddle languidly about my brain.
Goldfish dart in and out behind my eyes.
I am an ebbing and flowing spring.
I am a spillway. I am a faucet;
A river, a brackish lake, a teardrop.
All that water in a constant swirl,
Moving incomprehensively within
This living, breathing common colloid.
As in ST:TNG
Ugly bag of mostly water.