I throw water into the river just to save it from its thirst
The throat of rapids raging I imagined as always parched
The banks of tributaries are always arid in their craving
The conflux only symbolizing lust
I dream the point where rivers meet as always foaming in desire
Burning hot and desperate in their yearning and their want
Longing now to only know and see the deepest ocean
I throw water into to the river trying to save it from itself

And then I quickly drown inside the rain