• "The Fear"

    A desperately parched desert
    An endless see of jars exist
    Containing water of imagination
    Hopes and dreams of possibility

    "The Effect"

    Enclosed in my clay vessel
    A cloth, which I am bound with
    A trapping heart fabric mail,
    Wool with no purpose found

    "The Purpose"

    Searching inward first,
    For what would be of desire
    Finding only the place where,
    Frustration and loneliness intertwine

    Despairing insides, so I am glad to see,
    Examples of complacent normality, outward many,
    Like minded jars, similarly full of sand
    Generated additions to the desert's collection

    But none can quench my desire for water
    So wishfully imagined, it would seem
    Now, forced into the way decided upon by you,
    A gathering of hopeful construction

    A perceived duty cast upon me
    Finding my place in a pyramid
    Willing load-bearers for the few on top
    But all will be well,
    When they, up there, over-flow

    I'm so far down, it seems unfair, what I must bare
    The weight under so many souls is crushing
    The wait for water is crushing my soul

    ...

    This is what needed to be done
    Water is soon to come, it must
    So long have I been,
    Bottling up my desire

    ...

    Ages it has been, without, yet supporting
    Long have I forgotten the feeling
    Was it supposed to happen this way,
    Or have I merely died long ago?

    "The Wish"

    The cracks in my vessel formed many years ago
    They felt like cracks in me
    "Bad thoughts", at the time
    Years past and, the cracks grew to many
    Pieces fell away, and I saw myself
    Light from the outside assisting my mind
    The fall began more raptly then
    Until I was kicking away the foundation
    My feet bare the scares of walking away