Liquid of Life
Thoughts about water.
Dripping, soaking, running free. We want, we want more and more, but dammit I want it chemical free. Flows in its magic always filling my cup so why don’t we all see.
The end lurks near. Without much we’ll be set parched. Should we have paid attention to those who marched?
Something was happening here. Young brave hearts speaking their minds. “Halt your…