the dripping water on the rock aroused me from my sleep

i heard the constant tapping and it went from aggravation to relief

i know it’s been dripping for a long time and i didn’t want to hear what it was telling me

but it seeped into my conscious and gave me a sense of peace

life is a series of choices, many we don’t want to make

we get settled into routines that make it easier to define what we say is important and what we want to keep

all the time the fabric and integrity of our souls erode and become very thin

some get to the summit and some refuse to climb, afraid to look over the truth and what it is they may find

so if you chose to continue and from your perch you survey the land, you may find what you thought it was, or you may find it was a sham

you can look forever but looking and seeing aren’t the same

when you look with your eyes and heart then you will find your way

everything rests on courage and what you are willing to settle for

therein lies the reality of how satisfied you will be when it’s time for you to die

water on the rock