Cascading falls drench thy faint, hollow soul
As thy reach in search of treasures beyond.
The jagged rocks thy climb have more control
Than thine own weak, mortal heart and soul bond.
Though beauty may be found within ones life,
Thou have not bathed in the essence of it.
The aching need cuts thy flesh like a knife
And to thine own desire wilt thou submit.
To what have thy given one’s entity?
Where are thy loyalties buried inside?
Force truth inside thy false identity
Or fantasy’s countenance is thy bride.
Thy soul rages against cascading falls
Ignoring many sympathetic calls.