Dry

The wall is too high
The leak too small
For the water
To get out
In any way that
Amounts to much

Yet we keep breaking
Tack tack with our hammer
One brick down
When another
Pops up
In its place

The dam was built
In the night
Sneaked in like
A thief
Quietly quietly
Stone by stone
Brick by brick

We woke up one day
And the water
Was gone
Deserted
Maybe it was
A mirage
All along

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