Inspired

Drip, drip, the sound of the faucet, I center my attention on the water’s pulse, My train of thought has become lost in space, I feel the energy penetrate through my pumping blood. For what reason did I create this salivating image? I am foolish to accept such a conflicting paradigm. The vision is so distant, yet it has of great value, For with this treasure I will be replenished. I am committed to this nightmarish dream, There will be no turning back point. Stretching far, I face reality, Or is this the reality I stretched? The dryness of air is finally defeated, I will go as far as my imagination.