The Thirst is Real

Slowly dying, I’m fading away 

Chip after chip, mountains turn into grain 

Questions I seek, some answers known, not all  

Knowledge is power, but knowledge had cursed us all 

The tree I seek, my thirst unquenched 

Filled with excuses and logic but no common sense 

Feel the breeze, it lies within the shade 

In the branches I see the life 

Beyond the tree I see the grave 

My journey is short if the distance is long 

But the answer to my destination is written in the stone 

Tarnished and faded, tossed away by the sands of time 

Its relevance is returned, when the waters flow with life 

The journey will never end so long as I partake 

But death marks those dehydrated of faith