I came across a dam that reminded me of my life,
One side was water and beauty,
While on the other side it was dried land.
When my life takes the colour of the reservoir side,
People flock beside me like bees protecting their honeycomb,
While now that it is dry, nobody comes by.
I thought of that dry land as a person,
It must feel lonely on its own,
So I chose to sit on the dry side and play with stones.
A little voice in my head told me,
Just like this, someday, somebody right,
Will choose you too.