Modern Water
What price has silent water?
It follows the stream—its nature.
We fight light, trapped by dams,
Stuck in roots of fallen trees.
Tower-rivers swallow awake minds,
Eyes lowered, avoiding blue sky.
What use is lone screaming?
Lost in electric voids.
Where to seek peace of mind?
This filthy world—sickness and plague.
Can Heaven’s doctor heal the rift?
Yet our hands still tear the seams.