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.