The Magic Wishing Well

 

Want to know a secret?

Promise not to tell?

I found a magic wishing well.

 

I’m not sure if it were forged by heaven or hell,

But when I’m near it I feel my heart swell

With a sentiment a 1,000 times greater than the most jubilant of men could comprehend.

 

Since I found the well through hitherto my dreams have been unrealized,

But the well has been idolized into something greater than you or I;

For it millions would die.

 

I throw my quarters into the well, but more often than not I feel as if it’s run dry,

And I’d be better off to try and incite, while saving, my own change.

 

Still, why does the well leave me alone?

 

I’m all skin and bone,

And have been known to speak with an ever-present condescending tone.

Perhaps that is why the well leaves me alone.

 

I’d ought repent but it’s become quite evident

The well is a creation of a rather grandiloquent imagination.

 

So brothers

So sisters

I beseech you,

We must end these trysts with false-christs

Lest we perish waiting for another messiah to come save us.