I can’t stop wasting water. I waste it everywhere I go. I carry full big buckets and big buckets full I throw. As it runs, I watch it drip. Sometimes I fall, sometimes I slip. I am compelled to play this game. Since I am forced, I claim no blame. This water runs but has no drain. Its very source comes from my pain. Sometimes I’m soaked from neck to toe. I try but just can’t stop its flow. Why can’t my well run dry? I would be so happy, I might just cry.