the Stream

You know it’s like I really really really want water, and I am sitting near a stream.
And if I drink the water I think it would be bad for some reason but I can’t remember why.
And when I look away I start to forget about needing to drink, but sometimes I get so thirsty
and sometimes I accidentally turn around.
And there is the stream and it’s so beautiful, and I want to drink, but I can’t.
But I can’t remember why.  And I am so thirsty.
And I want to cry but I don’t have any tears.
My lips are chapped.