I have not even had a single sip,
Yet it feels as if the well has run dry.
I search my radar for a single drip
Of water, but no matter how I try
The well will not give me its refreshing draught.
So I continue to drop the bucket,
Hoping this time I do not get the shaft
And I will find a vein that will fill it.
I am not trying to be too greedy.
I am looking for a change of pace.
I don’t want to come across too needy
When all it is is water that I chase.
Please make this trip to the well worth my time,
Wanting some lifeblood should not be a crime.