I don't want to die before I have tasted sweetness.
All my life, my waters have been held.
They are too long standing, now stagnant and sour.
Oh, I want the strength to stir them,
Freshen and invigorate them with air
And feel my lungs heaving in the effervescence.
Gasping, too long starved of this fizzing oxygen,
All my life my lips have pursed -
Sign of my stomach wanting to turn at sourness.
Now I want to learn how to splash,
Stir up sweet water and taste it.