Why have a drop of water when you can have a bucket?
Why have a bucket when you can have a tank?
Why have a tank when you can have a river?
Why have a river when you can have the ocean?
We're always looking for the next best thing.
Our thirst is never ending, even if we are no less sated by the water we drink
We are unending in our search, even if we have more water than we can drink
We are looking for sweeter water, cooler water, water that finally quenches our thirst
But we are always looking for the next best thing.
And when our water runs dry, our mouths turn sour,and we are at our final hour
Can we say the search to quench our thirst was worth it? Was it the thrill or the rush? Or the sounds in our heart that go hush?
Was it worth it? To keep looking for the next best thing?
