from the oasis away from the well into the wilderness i have roamed from city to town a thirst not quenched only now do i return to the living waters my pale is lowered unto thy grace its been a while a long time drawn the rope had been severed and left to swing with emptiness becoming a fuller space overflowing with anything but peace a return to the ritual the word that carries an eternal abundance lost as it was once found if the will desires then so shall it be to drink and be filled by the everlasting to be drunk on wine swaying on a tightrope that leads to the well in the oasis away from the wilderness never to found .