My Siren Brother

I Seek the River,

To Quench the thirst in my Liver.

I Smell the Rain,

To Curb my heart's Pain.

I Hear the Thunder,

But it fails to Satiate my Hunger.

I Search for the Brook,

To Mend the way I Look.

I Feel the Air,

That Ruffles my curly Hair.

I Pray to the World,

To Bring my aspirations into my Hold.

I Walk on the Ground,

Hoping to make my steps Count.

Alas, I Clench my Soul,

Moulding it to suit my Role.