When the barrel is full
It seems infinite
But don’t look too close
Each time that you drink from it
Slowly and surely
The water descends
And then you’ll go thirsty
When it drips in the end
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
When the barrel is full
It seems infinite
But don’t look too close
Each time that you drink from it
Slowly and surely
The water descends
And then you’ll go thirsty
When it drips in the end