I Seek the River,
To Quench the thirst in my Liver.
I Smell the Rain,
To Curb my heart's Pain.
I Hear the Thunder,
But it fails to Satiate my Hunger.
I Search for the Brook,
To Mend the way I Look.
I Feel the Air,
That Ruffles my curly Hair.
I Pray to the World,
To Bring my aspirations into my Hold.
I Walk on the Ground,
Hoping to make my steps Count.
Alas, I Clench my Soul,
Moulding it to suit my Role.