Here I go again.
Trying to drain the ocean.
When I’m not moving mountains.
Bucket after bucket.
Sponge after sponge.
Draining the ocean.
Chest after chest.
Barrel after barrel.
Taking a mountain down.
I find myself again.
Trying to count the stars.
While I empty the desert of sand.
Section by section.
Furnace after furnace.
Turning the desert to glass.
I’d catch lightning in a bottle.
Or build right up to the sun.
If only it was possible.
Can’t turn iron to gold.
Or fill the void.
As hard or often as I try.