strength again is failing weakness makes its home this pain, the wound you nurse like flesh ripped from bone

there hunger reaches put your hand out for the fruit then thirst beckons you forward only to trip on feeble roots

drinking the ill-laden waters brine of tears and blood the fear, selfishness, oppression the sands, water, and mud

you eat of bitter fruits that never ease or cure your pain yet you will chase it there addicted you cannot refrain