This Wishing Well

Standing here, I flip this coin

My oft stray dreams now fine’ly join

The thieves of thought think hard, you see

And mine the deepest cavity

Requiring midnight’s darkness; black

The sound of silence, naught a crack

The ones who came before me know

Shakespeare, Whitman, Frost, and Poe

Together who all see this world

A different way, with views so twirled

We watch as whispers turn to shout

It is these things we write about

The lonely feeling, all my peers

Have persevered through all these years

Standing outside, looking in

At this place of hate and sin

Tragedy, this world of ours

So many chasing distant stars

If they’d only shift their peer

At all the good that is right here

Perhaps then all these folks would see

The difference between vanity

And doing all these things for free

Without the need for “look at me”

Alas, its human nature, no?

I guess that’s how its s’posed to go

But if I had a world my way

There wouldn’t be a price to pay

To live a whole life, full of love

Like the angels, and the dove

No law, no rules, this world anew

Just treat others as they would you

No time for war, no time for fame

No time to play this empty game

Where people loved; supported all

And tore down each and every wall

I must admit, this world I see

Could happen if we’d make it be

That’s my dream, to you I tell

With this coin; this wishing well.


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