Iam afraid i failed to converge the scales and now these roads are derailed.  Complicated demands unmet from familiar hands, and symmetry is worth gold.  I trust my best decisions, yet they let me go.  And standards aren't what follows.  Pools with no water while rocks lay at the bottom, they've been dried for days.  

Yet I tried to walk with you in this desert, and take half the heat, but you refuse to see the truth.  You're pushing away the only comfy oasis to help regain, what you've lost from exhaust.  I could have been your shade, bringing you rest, from all the stress.  

Let the water fill you up, for its a long walk in this endless juggernaut.  Or don't take any because you feel like you have plenty. Some of us really contain more then sixty.  Yet you still try to run on empty, and your standards will never fill me.