Trickle, Trickle

Oh, I’ve been here before, I sigh. How many times do I need to learn this? Just the other day, I was prepared to fight. And now, no more. I am tired. I don’t want to stay awake but I’ll not sleep. I’ll stay awake and listen to these creeps. I enjoy their sound, it seems. What will come? I was told the stone wasn’t as good as the gushing of my water. Why is the water of such changing nature? Yet, there is always a stillness. Help me find it. Help me find it. If you can’t I’ll insist.