Fresh Water

All that he wants is to occupy a space

In a world of blues, purples and greens

That sustains tomatoes and mountains and dragons.

 

He knows he is smart,

Well-read and well-spoken.

Some find him entrancing;

Some find him disgusting.

But, when attesting to his own life,

He feels boringly norm.

 

His passion and drive for life and change

Have no grips for himself to hold.

A genuine smile and the waves his hips create

Lure you into his world of water.

 

It is an unfortunately predictable,

Passionately disillusioned,

Nearly illogical and clearly transparent,

Substance that will never reflect you.

Rejecting conflict and entertainment,

Lacking hope, comedy and desire,

His lucid, would-be world of life,

Will make you uncomfortable.

 

And all he ever wanted

Was to live curled up

Occupying a space inside a raindrop�"

A falling world�"

Plunging assertively out of time.

A progressive down,

A humble purpose of providing himself

To a thirsty woman

With her tongue out,

And her mind open.