Why drag your empty bucket to the
enchanted stream
Hiking up in the clouds
on the verge of reality
Down below the same water
will taste just like
water
The flow
that brings it to life
can’t ever be contained
And yet
I keep coming back
here with my empty bucket
Hoping maybe this time
someone will try and say
this is the best glass of water
I ever had in my life
And set out on the next
expedition
together