The Man Who Refused Water
I had a glass of water
I gave it to you,
And you splashed it all over me
Because you believe
You'll taint the water
Or the water will cease to be water
If it's given to you
So you choose to remain parched
Skin dry, lips cracked, hair brittle
It's plain to see you're thirsty
You crave that water
But you'll never take it
And I can't help but think you're foolish
For denying yourself
For restricting yourself from happiness
And salvation from man
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