"A Whale's Bewail."

In the depths of the ocean, where the waves do roar,
There's a tavern, small, but full of thunder & of more,
Than just drinks, it holds a secret, a quest,
To quench the thirst that never finds rest.

As the ocean's waves crash on the shore,
A thirst within me, forever to explore,
Better to die of thirst, than to drink this more,
Of the ocean's depths, where secrets are in store.

For in its depths, a tavern very small and bright,
A drop-sized haven, where the thirsty take flight,
But alas, the more they drink, the thirst does grow,
Until there's nothing left, and the journey's slow.

The thirst, a forever mystery
to behold,
A siren's call, that beckons young and old,
To drink and drink, and never be sated,
Until the end, when the journey's irrevocably fated.

In oceans so deep and boundless blue,
A thirst that's never satisfied, it's true,
For though it drinks a little, it desires more,
And in its depths, the thirst can never be bore.

This tavern, with its call
so sweet,
Entices all who hear its
gentle beat,
To come and quench their thirst, it seems,
But alas, it only increases
their extremes.

A feeble, small, ephemeral, weak human being,
A cup of clay, with thirst that's never ceasing,
The oceans' call, it echoes within,
A never-ending cycle of thirst and sin.

The oceans thirst increases after drinking a little,
And in its depths, there's nothing left to drink,
The tavern's call, it only makes it worse,
A never-ending search for a never-ending curse.

In the depths of my soul, I ponder and sigh,
A drop-sized tavern, created by the ocean's sigh,
A thirst that cannot be quenched, no matter how I try,
A longing for the vastness, that cannot be denied.

The ocean's call, it echoes in my mind,
A siren's song, that beckons me to find,
The source of this thirst, this never-ending quest,
A journey to the depths, where the ocean's secrets rest.

But as I search, the thirst
only grows,
A paradox of sorts, that I
must know,
For to drink from the ocean, would be my doom,
Yet to quench this thirst, is my greatest boom.

So I wander, lost in this sea
of thought,
A drop of water, in an endless ocean brought,
The tavern's laughter, it rings in my ears,
A mocking reminder, of my endless fears.

Wandering in this ocean's tavern of life, I find myself parched & dry,
A feeble, small, ephemeral being, no more than a cup
of clay.
The bitter-sweet wine of existence, it fills me to
the brim,
A thirst that was given to me, by a mysterious and
divine whim.

The waves of the sea, they call to me, to come and quench
my thirst,
With every tide, they beckon me, to dive deep and...