Wishing Well

I know, that you know that I know you know,

I don't have a clue what you're thinking.

From the outside of town

And the inside of the city

Sounds are really silent

The sun is looking dreary

The sky is kind of cloudy,

Without any cloud at all

Who falls? Two fall!

One is climbing from the fountain.

Catch a drink and sip a ride,

Ink and pen is fleeting

His eyes are open far and wide

But somehow I think he's dreaming.

Tell the flies of maggot pies

They're grounded while they're eating.

Shes over there—I'm over here,

Somehow she's never leaving.

October day, words at play,

A dead poet's heart is beating.

By coffin nail, eyes dug well.

I'm seeing water where I'm thinking...