i bet i just think too hard on things.
i actually know i do.
which is why i'm looking for the means to an end.
i guess it's not time to die yet.
the plants don't wilt yet.
it's winter. but it's still warm inside.
where the record plays and time doesn't.
i'll find water
even the smallest drop
in the desert where it rains.
i'll find something to hold me
and sing to me
and watch me open in hand.
wherever i am
i'll be there, searching
waiting for water.
fill my cup please.
whatever you are.