Rain Falls To Replenish

There is no appetite I feed,
With indefinite 'becauses'.
There are needs associated,
To the basicness of my existence.

And when I arrived to recognize,
I had qualities of being human...
Nothing about this was based upon,
Idealistic wishes.

Rain falls to replenish the air I breathe.
As provided by the trees.
And however that is interpreted,
With reasons to diminish this...
Is not a lecture from which,
I will sit in a seeking for confirmation.