A question.
A single drop of moisture
A second to come undone
Before the gate is sealed again
Before the mind will run
That tiny spill of liquid
Trailing down to hit the earth
No sound to mark its presence
Nothing to show its worth
Sinking ever lower, now its
Rarely ever seen
Sometimes it’s a luxury
But always it’s a need.
…But what is it?...
A second to come undone
Before the gate is sealed again
Before the mind will run
That tiny spill of liquid
Trailing down to hit the earth
No sound to mark its presence
Nothing to show its worth
Sinking ever lower, now its
Rarely ever seen
Sometimes it’s a luxury
But always it’s a need.
…But what is it?...