Drop.

Tight-lipped, ready for your next encounter,
    
    you're drawn out to gasp for air.

A solar scream fired up like a faint sign of life,

    a lost flare.



Preset
   like an ocean wave   
              your sole purpose lies
                                 in the ability to maintain.
                                                          Each
                                                          drop
                                                          decided
                                                          to go
                                                          with grace.
  

A condemned Faith to stay ahead of the chase  you keep up the pace.


In search of a Story with no End
     
       you will find Yourself at the Start again