So Thirsty

I'm thirsty like never before. A deep thirst for more. Knowledge kneaded like a garden seeded, the rose points to the goal. I still remember where those streams flow, but the world seems to enjoy distracting me with Jesters and their toys. A trick up his sleeve and a Joke on his tounge, keeps my mind for seconds more, yet this thirst remains my own. He cries "I know what quenches, its in my hand!" disguised as fun, I'm handed sand in empty cans. Times running out, so I'll focus on the goal, and keep my mind on the watering hole. Still, the Jester stands on a thrown his own, crying aloud, "Your all alone." "Give me a moment more of your time, I'll numb the pain, with hemlock rhymes" He laughs and mocks with constant shouts,"Seek no more, there's fun in doubt!" A thought arises in my mind, the fruit of a heart well-versed, "you burdened be, come to me, and I will quench your thirst." So I move forward on that word, a truth eternal my heart has heard. I hear the Jester's fading voice as he last proclaims his fame, "come back to me, my simple soul, and we can play more games!" But prize in mind and thirst alive, I strive towards the goal. I will arrive if I seek whats right, a water for my soul.