Wells

Wells

I wish I was the one I new.

I wish that I could go on through.

What stops me now is rather shrewd.

Becoming who and what I knew.

Can you help now,

can you do?

All the things that once were new.

The days when things came crashing through,

or are you only speaking true.

Can you get up,

can you move

to a place of the Gnu?

Where clovened hooves,

and pointed horns,

become the things we used to do.

Those things we see, are not so cool.

They rise up and pierce you through.

Those things,

they aren't so new.

Minds of theirs will often snare

to come and dare,

to eat you through

to get right down 

deep inside

into the wells,

where you might hide.

The truth of life you desire

inside.

K.A.P.

4/29/2009