Pure Intentions

Lost in the Conscience Labyrinth He dragged his wishes from silence. Time showed it's magical smile, Somewhat ironic, yet fair, And let him spin around it's journey. Some dreams were not followed, As sand he held on hands, Instead of stones. Never learned to seperate An oasis from a real lake, So he was leaning to drink water On every chance, Yet his mouth stayed dry After all those years. No matter what color took his life, It's just fair to say that His intentions were always completely pure!