Give it to me.

I deserve, so much more than them.

I would do good. So good.

Who better? Haven't I proved it? Haven't I suffered and weathered and won?

And yet their voices come through.

Damn idealism. It backfires once again.

Trapped. Why did you make me this way?

Here is the pole and there are the thousands of fish. But the ocean is on the other side of the desert.

And you gave no water.

Just give it to me. Give me what I need to survive the desert journey.

I'm wasting. I'm submitting to the desert people while the fish are waiting!

I deserve it. I admit it. Ego. Fame. Power, I can use for so many.

I am tired of this desert. Give it to me.

There are the voices again. Damn idealism.