Ink and Water

The answer was printed
As answers often are
On the inside brim
Of a paper hat
Long since overturned
In the desert sand
Collecting rain

Some things are just like that
    Waiting
For the right thirst
    The right boot
    To fall against
Some deceptions hide that way
    Reaching silently
For a small moment
    Of attention
    To pass by

The cure is still a ruse
The ink and water shall still
Run down our arms
    Away from revelation
It's just woven with a bit more
            Patience
    Than you or I
    Have set aside