Hot is of summer
Cool air gives way
And like the dew of morning
I drip down through the boiling day
But don’t evaporate
My conscious self will list
Though all my dreams from youth
Escape from me like mist
Can I define what I lack
With focus blurred by heat?
I’m just one drop of water
So incomplete
How far is to the wishing well
Or the ocean of truth, I figure
I yearn to reach what I can’t see
To be a part of something bigger