Sitting, staring at an empty glass
Wondering if the time will ever pass
When this great thirst which grips my soul
Despite me takes control
Sitting staring at the empty glass
I see the want, I'm waxing gaunt
The vision that it fills so taunts me
Now my mind has strayed
And if I come to watch behind me
Lucid as a dream outside me
The body that I see before me
Empty as the glass
I realize the vision asks me
Who I am and what I thirst for
I decide that I won't pour
My spirit in the glass.
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