Drip, drip, the sound of the faucet,
I center my attention on the water’s pulse,
My train of thought has become lost in space,
I feel the energy penetrate through my pumping blood.
For what reason did I create this salivating image?
I am foolish to accept such a conflicting paradigm.
The vision is so distant, yet it has of great value,
For with this treasure I will be replenished.
I am committed to this nightmarish dream,
There will be no turning back point.
Stretching far, I face reality,
Or is this the reality I stretched?
The dryness of air is finally defeated,
I will go as far as my imagination.