I Just Need Some Water Poem by Alfred Barna

Why do I feel so small?
When the world’s problems are so great
Why do I seem to fall?
When I try to tackle them; I’m running late
Chasms grow when we leap
Hoping to reach the other side
Promises we’ve tried to keep
Keep whittling at my pride
We do what we can
Least that’s what we like to say
Do we really have a plan?
Or do things just work out that way

I just need some water
To cross this desert land
I just need some water
Knowledge to understand
We thirst for status and gold
Though we merely eke on by
We want someone to hold
With empty pockets; “Need not apply”
We trudge through the sand
Hoping just to reach that mirage
Life’s always a reprimand
Left questioning, who is really in charge

You seem to be so composed
Yet you’re empty deep inside
The bar rooms have all closed
Now there’s no place left to hide
The caravans resting in the night
You wish for some near oasis
You’re without purpose for all intents for right
Yet haunted by former faces
Have we hope under this sky’s dark cloak
To redeem this human race
Is there any prayer that we invoke?
That’ll sanctify this place

I just need some water
To cross this desert land
I just need some water
Knowledge to understand
We thirst for status and gold
Though we merely eke on by
We want someone to hold
With empty pockets; “Need not apply”
We trudge through the sand
Hoping just to reach that mirage
Life’s always a reprimand
Left questioning, who is really in charge