Until the droplets cease, there will be nothing more. Full fixation had been placed fully upon the downward spilling cascade of water. The neverending eruption of liquid was coercing all attention away from the usual tick tocking of an existence. The masses were beating to a new drum. A united ideological portrayal of the perfect serenity. An effergy of perfection tip toeing around life, tipping the scales of acceptability. Rewarded with the ever present dreams that drive us forward. Presenting desire on a plate to curb our ever failing fulfillment.