Between hydrating our eyes and gaining insights
Which do we settle for?
Even as this liquid restricts our sight
Need we not weep our minds to stupor

For one understands the ways of fate
Nay, not even in the very things we uphold with faith
So why then do we hold onto this belief
If our hearts can't feel its relief?

The journey through the path of the living
Oft slow, loud, abrupt, exhausting
One minute a vessel is full of life and pace
The next, empty, like matter, lost, in space!