Down the water goes,
Slowly burning as it passes.
Worry not for there is no pain,
For those empty and frail inside
Feel no pain,
As life itself is sorrowful
With hollow meanings.
The water quenches no pain
And adds no trauma
As the world around burns in pain.
Down on the sandy sea,
I await the call to be free,
To be released for oppression
And desiring worldly possessions
And existing in this false reality.
While some call into question my sanity,
I understand that reality itself
Is a simple falsehood, I myself
Realize the futility of man,
The little we can
Do, and await to be taken
By the blue waters, waiting to be awakened.