Rapids and waterfalls in my thoughts,
Splash against my will with great forces.
To shake me was never so easy...
And to make me crumble in a heap.
Small prints and annotations to hope -
Are no more privy to just the destitute,
They are for common men like us too.
And we wrap our naked helplessness -
In the mirages of hope draped across -
The heaving bosoms of undying spirits.