The faucet, faucet keeps on dripping
But I, I, keep on turning
all of me gently yearning
that drips of waste
would be no more.
But I, I, keep on turning
all of me gently yearning
that drips of waste
would be no more.
Thinking, thinking,
of those fated souls
who want for drink to quench a thirst
instead left longing immersed
wrapped in time
excess cannot understand
until excess is no more.
who want for drink to quench a thirst
instead left longing immersed
wrapped in time
excess cannot understand
until excess is no more.
Alas, alas, I accept
I am but one conscious man
conscious though I have no plan
to change the ways of a world
to influence the sleeping
to love my fellows as never before.
I am but one conscious man
conscious though I have no plan
to change the ways of a world
to influence the sleeping
to love my fellows as never before.
Try, try as I may
there is only one I can control
to one I can extol
the virtue of which I keep turning
to stopped the flood of dripped waste
and own my actions evermore.
there is only one I can control
to one I can extol
the virtue of which I keep turning
to stopped the flood of dripped waste
and own my actions evermore.
-MR, 8/10/11
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