Fatigued and tired am I. I lay down, but can't rest. I dream dreams that never come true.
I stand on the shores of a burnt river that once flowed strong. The trotted land I stand on, once was lush and green but now, erroded by storm they are.

The life that used to flow through rushing waters, now is destitute. The water was cool to the touch and refreshing to the lips. Now, the vulnerable waters are unconsumable, poisioned by the dark elements from the streams that bind.

Quenching, refreshing, delectable life. Sweet, hypnotizing, exotic waters of an enduring life.

What has transpired. What has happened to the soul that lived in this woods, in this water.

I fall to my knees, surrender to the dark elements that live further up stream and affect my part of the world. The Sun faulters at noon as the darkness invades me. The days grow longer as the moon inches its way to me. There is no end, there is no beginning. I yearn for that which is gone, but strives to complete its destiny. It wants to live but finds all against it. I strive to protect, only to have it not hasten my involvement.

A river yearns to flow, a Sun yearns to rise, A dew yearns to fall. I...I...I yearn to be free. Released from my prison, from my servitude. My quixotic existence has been shattered. Fatigued and tired am I. I lay down, but can't rest. I dream dreams that never come true. I stand on the shores of a burnt river that once flowed strong. The trotted land I stand on, once was lush and green but now, erroded by storm they are.