I cast four stones into the well
In order to surmise
By what the echo of those stones would tell
Of all my self-directed lies.
And with each stone I cast inside
I did not hear a splatter
For in my self-appointed pride
I forgot there was no water.
And so it seemed as though I had
Not cast four stones at all
And I thought that I had gone mad
Standing beside the wall
For I could not recall
If there had been four stones
Or three
For when each stone would fall
It would make no tone
To me.
And of course each stone was designated
For a prior purpose
A theory as to whether
Or not I did deserve this.
And to what extent
Yet by the end I found
That no matter how many stones were spent
I could not see the ground.
And so I settled for the Sun
And I forgot the well
For it is so much fun
When you don’t answer to hell.
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